Lu Jianshen looked up, suddenly feeling an unbearable tightness in his chest.
It was as if a clump of air was stuck there, both stifling and painful.
In the past, he had seen and heard of many people who were so tormented by love that they lost their appetite and couldn't sleep. At that time, he always thought that was an overreaction, never to that extent.
Now, when everything happened to himself, he realized just how tormenting and uncomfortable this feeling really was.
Closing his eyes, Lu Jianshen felt that his mind was now filled with Nan Xi.
There was her smiling, her being cute, her fierce look when she was angry, and her adorable appearance when she was drunk.
In short, every scene was of her.
"Xixi, how can you not care?"
The more he thought about it, the more oppressed Lu Jianshen felt in his heart.
In his mind, the image of the two of them revealing their feelings unexpectedly appeared again.
At that time, Xixi had only said she liked him.