Until Zhan Qiyi knelt in front of her with 999 roses, An Nan was utterly terrified.
What should I do? What exactly should I do.
She really didn’t have those feelings for Zhan Qiyi. She thought that after the last incident, he would understand her answer, but he still hadn’t given up.
As he waited endlessly for a response, Zhan Qiyi became more and more anxious in his heart: "Nannan, from the first time I saw you at school, your figure was imprinted in my heart. Over the years, this feeling not only showed no sign of fading, but grew even stronger. This is also why I stayed in China, Nannan..."
Lin Mubai, hearing this, was ready to step forward, but An Jiayou beside him pulled him back: "Let’s see first, don’t you want to know An Nan’s answer?"
An Jiayou had his own motives for holding Lin Mubai back. He wanted to give An Nan more space to think. When considering conditions from all aspects, he felt that Zhan Qiyi was not inferior to the man beside him and matched well with An Nan.
An Jiayou’s words made Lin Mubai unusually silent. His sharp eyes were fixed on the pair of figures not far away. He was unwilling to admit it, but the two were indeed a good match. The more he watched, the more intense the bitterness and slight fear grew inside him. It is often said that women are prone to being moved; he was also worried that An Nan might be swayed by such a shocking confession today.
An Jiayou seemed to perceive his concern and continued speaking softly: "I think you should trust An Nan. At the very least, from my years of understanding her, I can unambiguously tell you that her willpower is very firm. She is not the type to accept someone’s feelings just out of being moved. If she agrees today, the only possibility is that she likes him."
"Yes, you know An Nan well."
On this point, Lin Mubai was unwilling to admit it, yet he couldn’t find a reason to refute it.
However, he wasn’t going to stand here passively forever. As long as An Nan uttered a word of rejection, he would immediately walk out and take her away. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel·fire.net
Lin Mubai’s anticipation quickly came to fruition. Before Zhan Qiyi finished speaking his confession, An Nan interrupted him with a composed and unruffled voice: "Qi Yi, thank you for liking me all these years. Perhaps I never considered this aspect before, but after what happened last time, I have felt it. Yet I am truly sorry, I have always regarded you as a good friend."
Even knowing these words would hurt, she couldn’t compromise on matters of the heart. Like is like, and not like is not like.
Seemingly anticipating this outcome, Zhan Qiyi’s reaction wasn’t fierce, but the disappointment deep in his eyes was unmasked: "I knew it would end , but I just couldn’t reconcile with it. Nannan, you have someone you like, don’t you?"
"I..." A figure flashed swiftly in An Nan’s mind, but she couldn’t find words to refute.
Zhan Qiyi’s bitter smile continued to stretch across his lips: "There’s no need to rush to deny it. Carefully think about what you truly feel for Lin Mubai."
After speaking, he looked over An Nan’s shoulder and called out: "Mr. Lin, you’ve been watching for so long, aren’t you tired?"