"Did Maimai leave?" Little Ai saw Wubai return and asked.
"Yeah, she left." Wubai pulled a chair over to sit next to her, holding her hand: "Do you want to take a nap? Maimai just said so much; are you tired?"
"That's just her personality, a chatterbox," Little Ai closed her eyes briefly: "But don't worry, I won't do what Maimai suggests. Everyone has their own way of dealing with love. I'm not her, and you're not Gu ZhiSheng. We have our own mode of getting along."
In this world, there's no love strategy that applies to every man and woman.
She was self-aware enough to know she's not Ling Maimai, and Wubai is not Gu ZhiSheng.
"Wubai, I..." Little Ai paused: "I'll try hard to change, to make sure you don't dislike me."
"I've never disliked you." Wubai suddenly felt a pang in his heart, patting the back of her hand: "Don't overthink it. We just haven't found the best way to get along yet."
