Wen Meimei had always thought of herself as emotionally inept, completely clueless in that area, but listening to him speak was like she had discovered a new continent.
"What kind of like do you have for me?"
"The third kind," Gu Jiashao said outright.
Wen Meimei was a bit flattered, "What's there to like about me?"
"Your eyes, they're very much like a stray cat I picked up when I was a child, helpless, bewildered, desperate, yet still struggling, you've had a painful life."
"..."
It was terrifying, this man had penetrated all her defenses with a single glance.
Gu Jiashao took a sip of his coffee, smiled and said, "Meimei, talk to me, you need a listener."
Wen Meimei took a sip of her juice, sweet with a hint of sourness, just like her current mood.
Despite a life that seemed sweet to the point of being cloying, her heart was steeped in sorrow.