An Baobei felt extremely down, "Hearing you say that, you seem certain that once I'm cured, you'll dislike me."
Ning Zihan remained silent, which was equivalent to an admission.
An Baobei also knew that forced feelings aren't sweet, so she never insisted. She simply stated honestly: "I've been trying hard not to like you these days, and now, I only like you a little. I think soon, I won't like you at all."
"Mm." He paused for a moment, then encouraged her: "You can do it."
An Baobei instantly felt suffocated with frustration. How could she like someone like this? Was it because he was the first person she met when she came into this world? Or in this world, was he the first person to be kind to her?
Actually, it wasn't just An Baobei who felt bad; Ning Zihan was also feeling uncomfortable at the moment.
He just didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps.
Not at all.
...
After eight o'clock that night.
S city.
