I will try hard to become what you like

  "Little uncle..." The phone slipped from his hand and rolled to Yan Mu Yao's feet, the screen going black.

  How did he end up at home?

  The merchant was shocked and stared at the person who suddenly appeared not far away, his legs weakened slightly, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the handrail of the stairs to prevent himself from falling down.

  A few steps away, Yan Mu Yao raised her head and looked at her, with a calm expression, as if thinking about something.

  He wore a beige sweater and jeans, losing some of his seriousness but not being friendly at all. His thin lips were pursed tightly, as if the whole world had suddenly lost its sound.

  Just now on the phone, how much did he actually hear?

  But in an instant, Shang's faint courage was completely worn away, his heart felt like it was being heavily pressed down, he couldn't catch his breath, and he didn't dare look at him.

  "The driver is waiting downstairs, he will take you to school." Nian Muyao broke the silence first, his tone was as calm and flat as usual, unable to discern any emotions.

  After a while, Shangshang finally took a step forward.

  Almost at a snail's pace, leaning on the armrests, he slowly made his way to his front and stood still, "Young uncle, just now's phone call..."

  "I will be moving into a mansion for a while recently."

  He suddenly announced, cutting off what she was saying halfway through, "If you're going to stay here, I'll have someone from the mansion send over a servant later."

  No sooner had she finished speaking than she started up the stairs.

  He deliberately kept his distance.

  The businessman had already made up his mind, and he heard everything he was supposed to hear on that phone call.

  Suddenly, Lu Xiao's words flashed into her mind: 'At most, we'll just drift apart and die without ever seeing each other again, but at least we'll die with a clear understanding.'

  These years carrying this secret, unbearably heavy, is a kind of sweet torture.

  If spoken out, isn't it also liberation?

  Hui Shen hastily grasped his wrist, her voice trembling, "Young uncle, I don't want to be unclear about this."

  Nian Mu Yao's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he didn't utter a word.

  "Merchant, taking a deep breath, 'I don't know what kind of girl you like, but I'll try my best to become the type you like. Can you also try to like me just once?'"

  Nian Mu Yao injured her wrist yesterday, but didn't go to the hospital until today. Now, with her tightly gripping his wounded wrist, he was in as much pain as she was anxious.

  It was he who paid too little attention to her before, so he didn't see through her clumsy tricks.

  There was something that flashed through her mind, too fast to catch, and she subconsciously recalled the scene in the train carriage last night. Her eyes were clear now, and thinking back, he wasn't a substitute for someone else.

  My heart suddenly felt wonderfully at ease...

  He quickly overpowered her, twisting his body and wrenching his wrist free from her grasp. His eyes dimly watched as the hope on her face slowly drained away bit by bit.

  His hand withdrew, and Shang looked down at his empty palm with a lost expression on his face.

  Does this represent his answer?

  She was unwilling, "I won't give up, one day..."

  "There's no day when we won't be possible." Yan Mu Yao's voice was icy cold, easily cutting off her retreat.

  "Little uncle......" A layer of moisture welled up in Shang's eyes, his gaze desolate, "But what can I do, I've already lost the ability to not like you..."

  "Look, you're calling me little uncle." He took a step back, creating some distance between them.

  A stone's throw away, yet as distant as the horizon.

  Businessmen are powerless to cross, even the hope at the bottom of their eyes was completely destroyed by him. "For me, you're just like Xi Gu, sorry, I don't have a fetish for chaos/morality."