Cheng Huai thought that some things were quite strange; clearly, he had been sad before, but now, not only was he not sad, he even felt a bit happy.
"Do you really have no feelings for me at all?" Cheng Huai still wanted to make an effort. "What kind of person do you like?"
Perhaps while he's young, he could change himself a little.
Qiann Yan: "I don't know what liking feels like, so I can't respond to you. It's still early, you have plenty of time to dilute your liking, don't waste it on me."
Initially, she suspected that Cheng Huai had a problem, but when they first met, he wasn't interested in her.
When that emotion appeared in his eyes again, she knew there was a problem.
Everyone with the name Huai eventually ends up like this. What kind of connection could there be?
She didn't sense any malice, so she didn't reject it.
Besides other things, getting along with these people was still pleasant; they were quite capable.
