After Lu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, Ji Yunhuai fell silent for a while.
He held the steering wheel steadily, outwardly seeming to do nothing unusual, but his raven-black lashes lowered imperceptibly for a moment, concealing the warmth that surfaced in his eyes.
He didn't know how to describe what he was feeling, but it felt rather remarkable.
He had come specifically to cheer Lu Xiaoxiao up after learning she was in a bad mood, yet less than twenty minutes after they met, she had already cheered him up instead.
Actually, Ji Yunhuai didn't entirely agree with what Lu Xiaoxiao had just said.
In his view, although he had plenty of friends, only a small number qualified as genuine ones. Most of those friendships were superficial.
Or rather... they involved ulterior interests to some degree.
The owner of the quiet bar he was about to take Lu Xiaoxiao to meet fell into that category.
To Ji Yunhuai, the essence of any relationship was an exchange of value. He believed there was no such thing as love or hatred without a reason.
And the reason Lu Xiaoxiao attracted him... was quite simple, when he thought about it.
Although she seemed clever and sly, the logic behind how she treated people was surprisingly pure.
If someone treated her badly, she went straight into attack mode, bristling and baring her claws; but if someone showed her even a little kindness, she tucked those claws away and repaid that kindness a hundredfold.
Whenever circumstances allowed, she tried to see the positive side of everything, like a little sun constantly radiating warmth.
Most importantly, Lu Xiaoxiao was straightforward in both words and actions. If she disliked something, she disliked it; if she liked something, she liked it. She never held back from expressing her feelings and needs,