Not wanting to be like this, Fu Boyann quickly stepped forward to stand in front of Su Qing, looking at her with black-framed glasses, "Su Qing, if you don't accept me, I won't force you. Are we still good friends?"
Su Qing looked at Fu Boyann and nodded, "We are good friends."
They are just good friends, nothing more.
Hearing Su Qing say this, Fu Boyann really wanted to give a bitter smile.
"Then I'll take you home, don't refuse, it's just a friend giving a ride."
"Really, no need," she said. "It's just a few minutes' walk, I want to take a stroll around the neighborhood, you go ahead and leave first."
Su Qing smiled at Fu Boyann, then turned and walked away.
Behind her, Fu Boyann didn't follow her anymore, he watched Su Qing's graceful and exquisite figure disappear from his line of sight.
When Su Qing got home, the sky had almost darkened, she looked at the snowflakes still falling outside, and her expression turned cold.
