(This part has been edited, so Wenmo looks a bit strange, but I really can't help it.)

These words didn't mean she shouldn't get close, but rather that given their relationship, if they were too intimate, although Wenmo herself wouldn't mind, others might see her as an oddball.

Wenmo continued adding cautiously, stealing glances at her reaction.

Xia Lian didn't speak, but slowly lowered her head. Wen Mo couldn't see her expression from his perspective, but he knew that Xia Lian was definitely not in a good mood right now.

After a long while, the hot wind behind me stopped.

"It's finished blowing, now let it air dry for a while."

Wen Mo sat back down next to her, wanting to hear Xia Lian's opinion on the question from earlier.

The air was deathly silent.

Neither of them spoke first, remaining silent. Wen Mo felt a little ashamed, wondering if he had been too harsh in his words.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt some weight and warmth on his shoulder—Xia Lian's head was resting on his shoulder.

"Wenmo, you find me annoying... right?"

Her tone was pitiful, and her already colorless eyes looked even more vacant.

"I didn't mean that, I..."

“…I’m sorry…” Xia Lian lowered her eyes, a few strands of hair slipping down her shoulder. “I don’t know how to get along with you…”

This girl has no experience in getting along with others, and has always been like this since she was a child. The only close friend she can confide in is her cousin.

She hadn't been taught how to get along with others in her previous school, so she had to rely on her own judgment to decide whether her behavior was right or wrong.

The girl didn't understand how to maintain a sense of distance; she only knew how to blindly obey and could only cherish the people in front of her.

"Now... all I have left is silence..."