"No, he didn't say anything."
Recalling Chu Xinian's delayed declaration of love, Qin Yiren's long eyelashes droop, hiding a fleeting self-mockery in her eyes.
In this situation, she truly doesn't know whether to be happy or sad about his honesty.
"Since he didn't say it, don't overthink for now."
Yan Xiaye pondered for a moment, racking her brains on how to comfort her: "Although I'm not familiar with Chu Xinian, judging by his character, he shouldn't be the type of jerk who has one foot in two boats... Regardless of the final outcome, he'll give you an answer."
"You're right." Qin Yiren didn't want to trouble Yan Xiaye, deliberately pouting: "Your way of comforting is too hardcore. I need to sleep to ease the trauma in my heart."
Yan Xiaye blinked helplessly, admitting she's indeed not good at comforting others: "You see, comforting doesn't really help much. I call this rational analysis."
"Humph, baby is upset, baby needs to sleep."
