Shi Shu naturally heard Su Yan's words.
However, he didn't respond immediately.
Instead, he grasped Su Yan's hand, his eyes hopeful.
"If I say I have a fever, will you stay with me?"
Su Yan looked at him, her gaze shifting away.
She spoke again.
"Strictly speaking, we're not familiar with each other."
They had only met four times.
He didn't even know her name.
Shi Shu's body stiffened.
His gaze darkened.
He lowered his head, his black eyelashes trembling.
"Little Guai, I'm hurting."
His voice was hoarse.
The tone made one feel heartache.
Su Yan was stunned.
She looked at Shi Shu's appearance.
Perhaps she didn't expect her words to make him so sad.
Slowly, Shi Shu released his hand.
He stood there.
The setting sun's rays shone upon him.
Making him appear so lonely.
He turned around.
With his back to Su Yan.
Wearing a white robe, his head lowered.
Voice filled with disappointment.
"You may leave."
Su Yan looked at his back.
Her lips moved slightly.
