"Shirao."
"Three reasons, you say!"
"Don't be like this, okay?"
"Not okay!" Gong Shirao said, "If you don't like me, then give me a reason to give up. That way, every time I think of the reasons you gave, I can resist bothering you. This is good for both of us, isn't it?"
Zhan Nanjue hesitated to speak.
"Go ahead, I'm not that fragile, and it's better to correct flaws promptly. Just consider it a good deed, letting me know what flaws I have that others haven't told me about."
"..."
"If you don't say anything, I'll keep pestering you endlessly," Gong Shirao said, "If you want me to give up on you, then give me the opportunity to do so."
"You are too good." Zhan Nanjue said to Gong Shirao: "I am not worthy of your goodness. Shirao, you will meet someone a thousand or ten thousand times better than me in the future. You're still young and so wonderful; you deserve the best. So don't waste time on me, I can't give you anything."
"So, is it my fault?" Gong Shirao said.
