Seeing her mom drop the act and get straight to the point, Su Yue stopped making excuses. "I'm just not into him," she said bluntly.
"Feelings can be cultivated over time. Besides, you've only met Zhang Xiaohao once. How can you be so sure there's nothing there?"
"Mom, stop. Not into him means not into him."
"You..." Seeing how resolute her daughter was, Su Yue's mother was momentarily at a loss for words.
The mother and daughter fell silent on the phone.
After half a minute, Su Yue's mother spoke again. "Xiaoyue, you say you have no feelings for an excellent guy like Zhang Xiaohao. Then tell me, what kind of guy do you have feelings for?"
Su Yue sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding the phone in her right hand, her left hand resting on her pale, smooth thigh.
Hearing her mother ask such a question after a long silence, she froze for a moment. Then, the image of a certain someone surfaced in her mind.
