บท 1151: Not As Bright As That Little Lass (Part Three)

Ming Ansheng even felt that love was a waste of time and effort, and it wasn't practical.

But now he knew better. It was because he hadn't met someone he wanted to be with for the rest of his lifetime. He hadn't truly fallen for anyone yet.

Now that he did, he couldn't bear the thought of settling with someone else.

"Don't think so much." Ming Ansheng's mother knew that Ming Ansheng wouldn't share his worries easily with her or anyone else. She patted him gently on his arm and said, "When your grandfather wakes up, apologize to him."

Ming Ansheng promised her and said, "I'll go take a walk."

He turned around and marched gloomily towards the elevator.

Ming Ansheng's mother watched the towering figure, and it gave her the feeling that he was enduring a heavy burden. She sighed helplessly to herself.

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On a Sunday afternoon, the school was quiet and rather deserted. Su Yue and Bai Jing were playing basketball.