The more she asked, the more confused she became, and she couldn't figure out what kind of answer Song Jingyue wanted to hear.

She was afraid that she would say the wrong thing, but after a while, she had a good analysis in her head, so she could only answer honestly according to her inner thoughts: "...... It's good, anyway, there are a lot of girls in the school who like him."

Song Jingyue: "What about you?"

Su Beixian frowned a little angrily: "You know that you still ask!"

Song Jingyue: "What do I know?"

The more Su Beixian spoke, the more aggrieved she felt: "Knowingly asked!"

Seeing her mood swings, Song Jingyue still looked gentle and calm.

Su Beixian didn't want him to treat her as a child all the time, so she often liked to pretend to be mature and sensible in front of him.

He immediately put away this little temper, and said in a soft voice, "...... You're the one I like, so why do you want to ask me what I think of other boys?"

Song Jingyue was silent and said, "I just think that you may meet someone who is better and more suitable than me."

Su Beixian was stunned, and her already depressed mood became even more depressed because of Song Jingyue's words.

She buried her head in pulling two mouthfuls of white rice, and said in a sullen voice, "If you don't like it, I can say it directly, you don't have to push me to others so tactfully, I know...... You think I'm a burden, don't you?"

In the end, Su Beixian's voice was obviously choked.

Because of the tears, she didn't dare to look up at Song Jingyue.

Song Jingyue's silence made Su Beixian even more desperate.

She sniffed, raised her hand to wipe a handful of tears, put down her chopsticks, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm full," and got up with her bag to leave.

Song Jingyue turned her head to look at her back and whispered to her, "Come back."

Two words made Su Beixian stop, but he didn't dare to turn around because he didn't want to see the tears on his face.

Song Jingyue got up and walked behind her and turned her body around: "I love to cry so much, and I still say that I am not a child?"

Su Beixian wiped away tears on her arms, her eyes and nose were red, and the word "grievance" was written all over her face. c

"Sit down and let's talk."

Su Beixian raised her eyes to look at him, sniffed, and sat back to her position just now.

Song Jingyue: "I understand what you think now, but the present does not represent the future."

Su Beixian, who heard the fog in the clouds, was stunned and asked him, "...... What do you mean?"

"You're still young, you haven't been in contact with many people and things, and you haven't had a rational and thoughtful idea of what you want. It's like being satisfied with a piece of candy when you are a kid and wanting more when you grow up."

Su Beixian listened carefully to his words, digested them in her mind, and asked him tentatively, "Are you afraid that I will regret the decision I made now in the future?"

Song Jingyue nodded: "When you graduate, your horizons will be broader, and you may feel that I am actually not a good person."

Su Beixian frowned and retorted: "I said that you should stop treating me as a child, I know what the decision I made means, I said that liking you is not a whim, it is the kind of liking that I want to live with you for the rest of my life......

After saying it in one breath, Su Beixian looked at Song Jingyue and reddened her eyes aggrievedly.

Because she is afraid of her liking, it is a burden in the eyes of others.

Song Jingyue took a deep breath and pondered silently for a few seconds before she spoke, "That'...... I'll listen to you."

Su Beixian was stunned for a moment, a little incredulous: "...... What do you mean? You...... Promised to be my boyfriend?!"