C489 The Most Realistic Thought

“Hey, are you okay?” Xiaoxiao's heart felt like it was being pricked by countless tiny needles—no visible wounds, but an indescribable, lingering pain.

Unrequited love is like sipping coffee in the rain, its bitterness and gloom only truly understood by the one experiencing it. Others can only watch from the sidelines, unable to intervene.

Xiaoxiao's voice carried a hint of tears