Zhong Tingyue stared at Bai Weixi's exquisite profile, a hint of a smile curving her lips, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
She was dying to know what kind of question Bai Weixi would ask Li Yuan with such a serious expression, and what kind of answer she was hoping to get.
If it weren't for Li Yuan's story about a so-called "past life," the truth of which she doubted, she might have felt some sympathy for her stunningly beautiful roommate. Perhaps it's a natural female instinct to lack a certain sense of security, a worry born from the uncertainties of the future. Of course, it could also be said that she was simply too rational, not in love deeply enough, and unwilling to give her all. Rejecting a confession from a boy you had a crush on in high school wasn't exactly right or wrong, was it?
Bai Weixi stared intently into Li Yuan's eyes.
