But the more it was like this, the more Luo Qingli felt she owed Qin Lang a lot.
Luo Qingli thought that if they couldn't be lovers, they shouldn't be friends.
"Since we are friends now, there's no need to avoid me. I won't be a burden to you emotionally, don't worry! Although I'm not a good person, I still keep my promises," Qin Lang's eyes were gentle, as if he was recounting something very mundane.
"I know! Qin Lang, I'm sorry!" I can't give you any feelings, nor will I give you any ideas.
"Don't say sorry, it makes me feel even more humble," Qin Lang interrupted Luo Qingli, "You should thank me, for I will finally not trouble you anymore."
"I don't, I don't think that way," Luo Qingli said unnaturally.
"Whether you do or not, you know in your heart." Qin Lang's lips curved slightly; if he couldn't see through Luo Qingli's little thoughts, he would have lived all these years in vain.
