Falling Flowers Have Intent (3)

Once Su Miaoxi's emotions had calmed a little, Zhu Yaoyao leisurely picked up an exquisite pastry and held it out before her, her eyes curving into crescents. "Did he personally say he doesn't like you?"

"No, but..." Su Miaoxi lightly bit her lower lip. The words reached her lips, yet she hesitated again.

In her mind surfaced all the times Second Senior Brother had avoided her as though she were a plague. Whenever she approached, he would deliberately keep his distance. His attitude could not have been clearer—he simply did not want to be close to her. Could that possibly be false?

Yet when the words reached her lips, she found them difficult to say aloud.

"If he didn't say so, then there's still a chance." As though she had seen through Su Miaoxi's thoughts, Zhu Yaoyao suddenly reached out and swiftly stuffed the pastry straight into Su Miaoxi's mouth.

Caught off guard, Su Miaoxi cried out, but before the sound could leave her mouth, the pastry had stuffed it shut completely. She could only instinctively take a small bite.

In an instant, sweetness melted swiftly across her tongue. Layer upon layer of flaky pastry crumbled lightly between her teeth, while the soft, dense filling within was incomparably delicate. The unexpected deliciousness left her stunned for a moment.

"So sweet."

"How could you know you dislike a pastry you've never tasted? It doesn't matter why he has prejudices. Stuff it into his mouth. Even if he has some bias at first, once he tastes the sweetness, he'll naturally change his mind." Watching Su Miaoxi's reaction, Zhu Yaoyao withdrew her hand in satisfaction, her eyes filled with matter-of-fact certainty.

Su Miaoxi was utterly absorbed by her words, and a spark of hope ignited in her formerly dim eyes. But before she