An Lin's voice carried a hint of bitterness, self-mockery, and frustration at how she had messed things up.
Qin Mu pursed his thin lips, whispered softly, "An Lin, what's done is done, we need to face it with optimism and not always assume the worst. Trust me, I will make myself fall for you."
"When Ah Kai and Fang Zhiwei were dating, he tried hard to fall in love with her, but in the end, they still broke up."
An Lin suddenly laughed, as if the person she had just been was nothing but an illusion, now back to her usual self.
But the discerning eye would notice that her smile did not reach her eyes.
Her face was smiling, but her heart was still filled with sadness.
She was afraid that her relationship with Qin Mu would end up like Fang Zhiwei's and Gu Kai's. If tragedy was the inevitable outcome, she'd rather not start at all.
Confessing her feelings in the first place was really a moment of madness.
Perhaps subconsciously, she feared Qin Mu would be in pain being with her.
