Cha Qing Luo looked at Nan jiateng's silence and knew that her guess was true.
Nan jiateng must be very busy. He was so busy, yet he still had time to accompany her to play and eat.
Even though his eyes were filled with anxiety, his gaze was still gentle when he looked at her.
Cha Qing Luo knew that no matter how busy Nan jiateng was, he was still very gentle and patient with her.
It was precisely because of this that she felt that she should be more considerate of Nan Jateng.
Cha Qing Luo leaned into Nan jiateng's arms, listening to his heartbeat, and said,""Nan jiateng, I know how you feel about me. I can feel that you're very busy. It's okay. You can go home for the holidays first. I'll go home too. When school starts, we can meet each other every day."
Nan jiateng sighed in his heart when he heard Cha Qingluo's words. She usually looked heartless, but sometimes she was very meticulous.
"Qing Luo ..."
