Under the sycamore tree at the jam factory, Cheng Su handed a handkerchief to Ying Xiaoya, looking at her with sympathy.
"You saw it, he doesn't have me in his heart at all." Ying Xiaoya took the handkerchief, wiped her tears, sniffled, and crumpled the handkerchief in her hand into a pickle.
Just now, her words were clearly said out of spite, but he, he actually took it to heart and even said that his family was introducing him to someone.
Thinking about it, tears welled up again for Ying Xiaoya.
"You're being spiteful, and so is he. Why do you guys make it so hard? Can't you just talk it out?" Cheng Su asked.
"Should I, as a girl, really be the one to say something?" Ying Xiaoya retorted.
"Of course not, the guy should definitely take the initiative in love." Cheng Su shook her head and said, "Of course, it's not that a girl can't be proactive, but overall, a guy should take the lead. If he really wants to be with you, he will find a way!"
