Sheng Shushu's emotions had gradually dissipated with the night breeze.
But when he suddenly stopped the car just to console her, she broke down.
The Xiao Yu she remembered would never do this—if she sulked, he would ignore her completely, not even noticing that she was upset.
Why was he like this now?
"Sheng Shushu," Xiao Yu called her name with a warm, deep voice.
He always used her full name, even at the height of his desire.
She had entangled him to call her by a nickname, to which Xiao Yu had said it was silly.
"I owe you an apology, I didn't mean to scare you," Xiao Yu said.
"But you're not someone who can be trifled with, first of all, you're not that type of girl."
"Sheng Shushu," he called her again.
Sheng Shushu struggled in her heart for a few seconds before suddenly looking at him.
When Xiao Yu met those tearful eyes, his serious expression also faded considerably.
"I really did like you," Sheng Shushu suddenly blurted out, very sincerely.