"You... have you ever thought this way?"
Lin Xingjie asked quietly.
Her voice was tinged with sadness, affecting Xu Xiangyang's mood as well.
"Yes, in the past,"
he replied dryly.
"Such a boring thought, isn't it?" Zhu Qingyue said with a laugh at the side, "Xiangyang just cares too much about what others think."
Others' opinions...?
"No, Qing Yue, it's not like that."
Xu Xiangyang shook his head.
"Today, when I accompanied you to school, we happened to run into your classmate apologizing to you. I was thinking, sometimes I really feel fortunate. If Miss Qingyue, you had been a girl who was popular from a young age, then I might never have even had the chance to become friends with you."
"...And you too, Xing Jie."