She had guessed already. That tall and straight figure, that elegant demeanor — who else could it be but He Jiayu?
"Su Xiaomo… can we talk…" He Jiayu asked.
Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes, upset. "What is there to talk about? Is another girl going to jump out from some corner and splash water all over my face in a moment? I don't even know which girlfriend that is! No thanks!"
She was pissed, really pissed.
It wasn't because someone had dumped water on her, but that He Jiayu had never tried to explain it!
His life, his relationships, his friends, his everything — she knew nothing about any of them.
When she fell for him and summoned up her courage to approach him, he had never accepted her, but he had never said no either.
Liking someone that way was really exhausting. No matter what a carefree person she was, there would come a day that her passion would be worn down.