His pupils suddenly contracted sharply, coldly, and he said word by word, "Fine, as you wish!"
She felt as if her heart was gripped by an invisible pair of large hands. His answer was so straightforward; did he really hate her that much?
He really must detest her, right?
She heard footsteps again.
Was he leaving again?
She couldn't make him stay; she realized that.
If he wanted to forget, then let him forget.
She lowered her eyes, and only the notebook tightly held in her arms could slightly distract her from her sadness. She clung to it tightly, trying not to become an annoying person who clings onto things.
Gong Beitang took a few steps, then stopped, turned around to look at her, but the words he initially wanted to say ended up being swallowed back.
He added slowly, with a barely visible hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth, "And, I don't need friends!!"
