Xu Su looked back at him. "Then what do you want?"
"We should at least try to talk them down. I can't just stand by and watch so coldly."
Zhuang Luo spoke softly, his tone unreconciled, his words carrying a strange, inexplicable note of blame.
That made Xu Su laugh. "Then go talk them down. Who's stopping you?"
Zhuang Luo's gaze darkened.
As though some plan had failed, a flash of anger crossed his eyes.
But a moment later, he seemed to have found a plan B, and his eyes lit up again.
"Can you really bear to watch them argue?"
Xu Su nodded nonchalantly. "Sure can."
"Y-you're way too coldhearted."
Zhuang Luo looked incredulous, as though this wasn't the answer he had expected.
Yet in the bright light, Xu Su caught the triumph in his eyes.
He smiled. "If I weren't this coldhearted, how would you keep your little act going?"
Zhuang Luo's brows tightened. "What are you talk-"
"I'm talking about the script in your head."
Xu Su's smile deepened as he watched him with teasing eyes.
"Let me guess. When I said I could, your full line was supposed to go like this: 'You're way too coldhearted. How can you just watch them argue without doing anything? Sure, we've only spent a few days together, but we're at least sort of friends, aren't we? Can you really bear to just watch?' Right?"
Zhuang Luo's face turned a little pale at that moment.
He froze in place, looking incredulous again.
This time, there was no acting involved. It was entirely genuine, heartfelt shock.
Because Xu Su really had guessed his thoughts, word for word.
It was too bizarre. He couldn't figure out why.
He had clearly never opened his heart to Xu Su, and their relationship was getting