Dudu looked up and asked him, her tone slightly resentful, "Does it even matter whether I'm comfortable or not?"
Shen Yiran averted his gaze from her face, not saying a word.
When it came to emotions, he was inherently clumsy. He didn't understand sweet talk, nor did he know how to express his feelings. Or perhaps, he was cowardly and didn't dare to pursue a love that was forbidden.
Dudu had hoped to hear something she wanted from his lips, had thought he cared about her feelings, had believed there was still a possibility between them. But his silence made her feel disappointed once again. Indeed, he only saw her as a sister, didn't he? Just like a brother asking his sister why she suddenly got divorced.
If he liked her, wouldn't he have been dying for her to get a divorce?
