Su Li felt a chill run through her whole body, and her footsteps stopped instinctively.
Haohao thinks she might have Stockholm syndrome?
Shock surged through Su Li's heart; she didn't dare pry any further, turned and left the counselor's office, sat down on the chair outside, facing the wind. Her mind was unusually clear.
If Haohao still has lingering feelings for Feng Huaimu… what then?
She had never considered that possibility, because Xu Haohao had always been a rational and decisive girl. She'd already seen Feng Huaimu's true colors—how could she still hold out hope for him?
That one sentence she'd just overheard out of nowhere left Su Li feeling somewhat at sea.
"Why are you sitting right in the draft, Junior Sister? Don't let yourself catch a chill." Xuan Ting's voice suddenly came from above her.
