As soon as Zhong Bai left, Yu Hao came trotting over, like a weasel that had caught the scent of juicy gossip.
"Old Wang, tell me the truth. What conflict do you have with Zhong Bai? Why did she look like she was about to cry?"
Wang Yan and Zhong Bai had been talking in a corner just now, and it had drawn quite a bit of attention. Lin Luoxue and Li Shuci had been whispering together, Xiao Haiyang and Lu Qiaochuan had both been discreetly watching, and Yu Hao kept looking from one to the other. No chance of cervical spondylosis for him—his neck had gotten a proper workout.
"Eh, it wasn't anything major."
Wang Yan waved it off indifferently. "She wanted to date me, but then she realized I wasn't a good person. Yet she's so hopelessly captivated by my charm that she can't pull herself away. She wants to leave but can't, wants to get close but can't manage it. She's completely conflicted and under a lot of pressure, so she came looking for the culprit—me."
"Oh, stop messing around. You two haven't even been friends for a year."
Naturally, Yu Hao didn't believe him. "If Xiao Haiyang heard you say that... well, actually, nothing would happen..."
"He just refuses to let himself go, wasting his feelings on something that's doomed to have no outcome."
"Hey, I don't agree with that, Old Wang. You don't know this, but Zhong Bai had started getting closer to him before. No idea why, but lately she's pulled away again."
"That's not what I meant," Wang Yan said. "What I mean is, even if they do get together, after Xiao Haiyang has chased her for so long, the feelings they've invested in each other would be extremely unequal. Xiao Haiyang would