Seemingly indifferent, He Zhiwei glanced at Zhou Shi's slowly retreating figure.
At the moment, her feelings were somewhat complicated.
If it had been in the field of work, Zhou Shi's decisiveness was something that He Zhiwei admired.
However, matters of the heart often couldn't be entirely rational.
A man, she had a slight fondness for, had confessed to her and, after being rejected by her, never made any further advances.
Honestly, she felt an inexplicable kind of disappointment.
It just felt like there was no sincerity.
If there was affection, shouldn't he try again after being rejected?
However, as soon as this thought emerged, He Zhiwei immediately suppressed it with self-disgust.
If she wasn't planning on accepting him anyway, wasn't this for the best?
Zhou Shi being so straightforward, not pursuing her after rejection, wasn't that a good thing?
That way she didn't have to feel guilty or find another excuse to reject him again.