"It's not what you think..."
"Then what do you mean?"
Xia Lu blinked her big eyes looking at him, actually not knowing how to explain. Perhaps Zhou Mingchen was right, people's feelings usually tilt toward the weaker party, and he had everything, which invisibly lessened the chances of being considered.
Seeing that she still hadn't spoken, Zhou Mingchen fell silent.
Xia Lu looked at the man in front of her—Zhou Mingchen in this moment was quite different from the one she saw on normal days. Without his crisp suit, without the habitual indifference and seriousness on his face, he was no different from any ordinary man one might encounter on the street, perhaps even more downtrodden than most.
