“Hey—please, I’m not scolding you, don’t cry, miss. I’ve thought of a good method!” She crawled over to Su Su’s side of the tatami, wiping her tears with multiple hands: “Do you want to know if your feelings for Tang are love? Or just using?”
“What do you mean?”
“It means introducing you to other men! I’ll tell you, based on the information I’ve collected, truly loving couples will have different feelings. For men you don’t love, even if they hold your hand, you won’t feel electrified and will instead feel disgusted.” Who knows if it’s right, but trying won’t hurt.
Xiao Su Su immediately shook her head: “No, I don’t want to. Any stranger touching my hand will make me uncomfortable. I don’t want to know any men!”
“If you don’t try, you’ll never be able to distinguish whether your feelings for Tang Hua have any love component,” Du Fei Yan’s gaze was resolute, determined to achieve her goal.
What difference would a love component make? Tang Hua already had another girlfriend. She owed him so many years; after he had finally found a good partner, was she supposed to play the bad woman and destroy it? She was a worthless woman, but she could at least set him free. It’s okay, she still has learning… her heart ached as if hollowed out, but she wouldn’t allow herself to be selfish anymore.
“Fei Yan, you don’t understand. I don’t want to know. Actually—actually, between us, it’s just gratitude—that’s why we had that night—I—I—” Tears dropped one by one, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop them, and couldn’t continue speaking.
Du Fei Yan gently embraced her shoulders:
