"Jingxue, can you please let go? I have to find Weiyue," pleaded Zhao Hanchen, using his last bit of patience.
But Qiao Jingxue not only refused to release her hold, but became even more clingy. "I can't, Hanchen, I'm begging you, please don't go to her. You clearly promised you'd have dinner with me today!"
"Some other day," Zhao Hanchen took a deep breath, his voice low, "How about we have dinner some other day, okay?"
"No, not okay! I don't want some other day! Why does it have to be another day?"
Qiao Jingxue's voice choked up, revealing an unspeakable sense of grievance, "Achen, can you tell me what you're really thinking? Have you truly fallen for Cheng Weiyue?"
"Don't talk nonsense..." The first thing Zhao Hanchen thought of was to deny, he looked down, his tone somber, "I'm merely holding onto old affections. Jingxue, how could I possibly fall for Cheng Weiyue?"