"If you don't want to talk about yourself, there's no need to shift the topic to me." Restricted Level 1001 paused, "Let me give you another example, are you really trying to say that you truly like that Japanese girl and you're not using her?"
Ji Minghuan was silent for a while, looking down at his wrist, "I don't quite understand either. It's the first time I've met someone so kind to me. I always feel... I really don't want to see her sad, though when she's sad, she must still be a bit clueless."
"That would be counterproductive. What you should do is keep your distance from her..."
"I know... but the more I understand what's going to happen next, the more conflicted I feel, okay? Subconsciously, I just want to make up for something, even though it's very difficult."
Ji Minghuan murmured to himself, a handful of sand suddenly appearing in his hand. The harder he tried to hold it, the more it slipped through his fingers, scattering onto the ground.
