However, the calmer he remained, the more Cheng Hao felt distressed—why couldn't Brother Yicheng, being such a good person, have his legs healed?
Cheng Hao couldn't figure it out; suddenly, his eyes lit up as he mentioned meeting a beautiful girl just recently and exaggeratedly claimed that she had shunned him like a snake avoids a scorpion.
"Deserved."
Pei Yicheng could imagine that scene all too well—Haozi's gaze, almost devouring the girl alive; it was no wonder she hadn't been scared off, that would have been truly surprising.
"Brother Yicheng, how can you say that? I genuinely wanted to know her name and was sincerely interested in dating her," Cheng Hao felt aggrieved, he truly found the girl to his liking.
Oh no, rather, she moved his heart.
"The girls you've dated before, you've said the same about each one."
The words of Pei Yicheng were like sharp knives, stabbing him in the heart.