Ling Chuxia hurriedly dug out her phone from her purse, glanced at the screen, and saw that it was a call from Bai Yixuan. Holding the phone tightly, she did not answer it right away. Instead, she slightly raised her eyes and her lips quivered softly, her voice low, "I, I'm going home now."
Shi Che's gaze dropped as he looked at her. Ling Chuxia's eyes were slightly downturned, her thick eyelashes trembling lightly. His dark pupils gradually sank.
Tonight, he had played "Dream Wedding" on the piano to confess his feelings to her. He thought she would have understood, and he had had that little glimmer of hope, hoping she would say something. Alas, as always, she had chosen to ignore his feelings.
Whether it was his confession from years ago or now, she had never responded to his emotions, not even slightly.
Actually, he had understood this a long time ago, but he remained unwilling to accept it. Yet, what could he do about his unwillingness? One cannot force another's heart.
