Yan Xixi entered the bedroom, took out her phone, and saw no new messages. Clearly, Wan Donglin was busy again.
That night, she was sleepless.
The next day, when she went to bid farewell to Li Zhen, her eyes were bloodshot.
Li Zhen was a bit surprised: "Yan Xixi, didn't you sleep well last night?"
"I drank too much coffee."
Li Zhen sighed in relief and suddenly reached out to hug her, his voice urgent: "Yan Xixi... I really don't want to leave... Can I come to see you again at Christmas?"
Yan Xixi had spent the night pondering this very question. Truly, she didn't want to hurt Li Zhen at all.
She lightly pushed him away, looked directly into his eyes, and spoke slowly: "Li Zhen..."
He looked at her, puzzled.
"Li Zhen, I think I should tell you clearly, I can't fall in love with you..."
"..."
