The Male Lead, a Small White Lotus

At this moment, Xiao Jihan appeared like a small white flower swaying in the cold wind of the wilderness.

Even though his eyes were lowered, his desolate and lonely expression was vividly reflected in her heart.

When she heard his words, "You have senior brothers, but I only have you," Yan Shu's defenses crumbled instantly.

Indeed, she had senior brothers, but for the beautiful yet pitiful Xiao Jihan, he truly only had her.

The male lead had always been sensitive, especially when it came to emotions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have displayed childish possessiveness once he classified her as a friend, acting like a kindergartner.

It was her forceful and unreasonable approaches to raise his favorability that struck him. But when he accepted her, seeing her as someone close...

"Enough." Xiao Jihan's voice resonated softly in the hall, "Being abandoned by you is not something that has happened just once or twice."

Yan Shu: ...

When had she abandoned him?