"Hmm, indeed there isn't," Lu Yao nodded in agreement, "you just don't like him, that's all."
Four years, and they haven't even held hands.
Even elementary school kids in a relationship wouldn't be this innocent.
The cleaning lady in the hallway was carrying two boxes. They were so high she couldn't see the road ahead clearly, and accidentally bumped into Yu Qinglu's back, quickly apologizing.
Yu Qinglu's thin body staggered several steps from the impact, as if she couldn't hear the cleaning lady's apology and didn't feel any pain at all.
She just looked at Lu Yao, like she had fallen back into that dream, "Feelings are cultivated, Ah Zhao never complained, what right do you, an outsider, have to accuse me here?"
"Did I?" Lu Yao blinked innocently, "I just came to greet you."
It seems her reminder wasn't enough.
Yu Qinglu's voice was cold, "No need."
