A Habit

It was a strange and uncomfortable feeling.

This cognition gave rise to a sensation that was similar to a fine, piercing needle pricking and poking at Wen Han's heart. It was painful, but not fatal. However, the pain was preserved, and it kept torturing him intermittently. It was not a pleasant feeling.

Wen Han did not understand these foreign feelings himself. But he most certainly did not like Yu Xi, nor did he think of her in a romantic light, and they should not have gotten entangled, so for what reason does he still harbor feelings like this?

Surely this was just a habit of his, and habit is a scary thing. The habit that had been formed for a long time could not be changed easily.