Mo Nanze turned away, and Lu Yinfeng slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground in weakness.
Despite it being midsummer, she felt a bone-chilling cold.
Big, scorching tears fell, splashing on her arms.
Her heart felt as though it was being viciously clenched.
Lu Yinfeng really wanted to have a good cry.
"You're screwed, kid! You've fucking fallen in love again!"
"Don't get caught up with your lovestruck brain like last time, losing yourself!"
"Sure, Mo Nanze is great, but don't get too obsessed... Men, they're all the same!"
...
The words Yan Sijia once said kept resurfacing in Lu Yinfeng's mind, impossible to shake off.
She was right!
Mo Nanze was a man, too, and such an outstanding one at that.
How could he pass through a sea of flowers without a leaf sticking to him!
Lu Yinfeng sat on the ground, leaning against the wall when suddenly a shadow rose in front of her.
Her heart stirred.
She looked up and saw it was indeed Mo Zhiyan.