"Why did you leave? Are you still mad at me and won't forgive me?" The girl tugged at the hem of Xu Ke's shirt, looking pitiful as she spoke.
Xu Ke looked down at the girl with tear-filled eyes, feeling no emotion, and even a little amused. For a split second, he thought absentmindedly of Yu Xia, who clung to Lin Mengyao like a little shadow at home every day.
Perhaps he'd seen too much of Yu Xia's tear-streaked face, but Xu Ke felt no sympathy for the girl's pitiful look and even wanted to critique her way of crying.
Xu Ke's prolonged silence prompted the surrounding onlookers, ever eager to involve themselves, to speak up, pressing Xu Ke, "Look, the poor girl is about to cry with urgency. Can't you just forgive her already?"
"Really can't appreciate a pretty face at all."
"What kind of man argues with a young girl? Shameless, with such a narrow mind. I wonder which family's poor girl would marry a man like you."
Listening to their words, Xu Ke couldn't help but roll his eyes.
