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"I don't need you to think; I need to trust my own feelings."

Despite her usual gentle demeanor, Xu Xiaorou was a classic case of steel wrapped in velvet.

Once she set her mind on something, no one could sway her.

"I..."

Chen Yang found himself at a loss for words under her assertive stance.

"Do you dare say you don't like me?"

"I..."

With a wry smile, Chen Yang responded