Xiao Zhu felt a burning sensation in her chest, her fingers turning pale from the intense twisting.
Because she wanted to forget Shen Ming, she selfishly used Zhang Liangping, causing him harm. She deeply regretted it—how could she hurt him again?
"No."
"Why not? Am I so worthless in your eyes?"
It wasn't about being worthless—it was about being too good, so good that she felt unworthy of drawing close.
Xiao Zhu looked up at Shen Ming. "Didn't you just say you wouldn't force me?"
"It's not forcing; I just hope you'll give me a chance."
Xiao Zhu tightly pinched her fingers, digging her nails into her skin to channel the sting into calmness. "If you don't like it, why bother making unnecessary attempts?"
Shen Ming's eyes trembled slightly.
Xiao Zhu stepped into the villa, returning to her room and closing the door. She leaned against the wooden panel, slowly squatted down, hugged her body tightly, and tears streamed relentlessly—her heart ached so much it felt suffocating.