As the two chatted, Zhuang Tunan gradually ran out of things to talk about. Finally, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Li Jia, why did you suddenly stop contacting me? Did I do something wrong?"
Li Jia had been enjoying their conversation, so the sudden change of subject caught her off guard. Thinking back to what had happened, she explained sheepishly,
"You were wonderful. It's just that I had some things I absolutely had to do, and I couldn't afford to let myself get distracted by dating. I had to focus all my energy on studying. I'm really sorry."
After all these years, Zhuang Tunan had already guessed that might be the reason, but he hadn't expected it to be this.
Still, her answer lifted the knot of worry in his heart. As long as Li Jia hadn't rejected him, anything was possible.
Since Zhuang Tunan had come to Shanghai for love, he certainly wasn't going to give up so easily. He asked expectantly, "Then can you tell me if you're ready to date now?"
Li Jia wanted to say yes, but when she thought about the pressure she'd face in the future, she shook her head and replied uncertainly, "I could, but I'm still under a lot of pressure. I'm worried I won't be able to give you a perfect relationship, and I'm also worried I might get hurt."
At that, Zhuang Tunan grinned, then replied casually, "That's okay. How will you know unless you try? I'm asking you, Li Jia, to give me a chance. Let's not leave our youth full of regrets."
Li Jia saw how seriously Zhuang Tunan spoke. He gazed at her without blinking, his eyes full of hope.
She had never wanted to give up on this relationship in the first place. Now