"If you guys break up, you can look for me."
Ruan Yan spoke each word carefully and deliberately, as if he would have written 'sincere' on his face if he were any more earnest.
"But," Mo Shangjun said, feeling somewhat troubled, "I fancy you more than Feng Fan."
"Oh, really?" Ruan Yan gave her a skeptical look, then said seriously, "But I don't like you."
"..."
Such a sincere answer truly made Mo Shangjun laugh.
"That's a real pity." Mo Shangjun's expression was tinged with apparent regret, deliberately so.
Ruan Yan caught on and gave her a cool, indifferent glance.
He didn't want to continue the conversation and turned to leave.
Mo Shangjun glanced at her wristwatch; it was already past nine, so she quickened her pace to catch up with the cold-faced Ruan Yan.
