The girl by the aisle clearly hadn't expected that her feigned pitifulness would be met with such a direct and cold response.
She froze completely.
A deep sense of hurt and embarrassment instantly spread across her pale face.
She bit her lower lip tightly, and a thin layer of mist quickly welled up in her large, watery eyes.
Her voice was visibly choked with emotion, sounding extremely aggrieved, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
"Comrade... Sister..."
She changed her form of address, and her voice sounded even more pitiful.
His gaze lingered between Ruan Tang's excessively beautiful face and the exquisitely tempting box of hawthorn cakes, a hint of jealousy he couldn't hide.
"I...I really feel so bad, look at me..."
As she spoke, she deliberately took a deep breath, as if her motion sickness had reached an unbearable level.
"Just... just one piece, really, just one piece is enough... please? Sister, please..."
Her tearful appearance was enough to soften the heart of any compassionate person.
However, Ruan Tang simply watched her quietly.
His eyes remained clear and unwavering.
She even felt that it was a waste of this girl's talent if she didn't go into opera.
What she hated most in her life was this kind of request that carried a sense of coercion.
What made her feel even more at ease was—
Just now, she keenly noticed a detail.
When I decisively said those three words, "No."
The man opposite her, who had been staring intently at her, subtly raised the corner of his mouth on his cold face.
It was an extremely subtle and brief arc.
But it was like a silent reward, falling precisely into Ruan Tang's heart.
This gave her a strange sense of pride, and also a wonderful feeling of being completely indulged.
It was as if all her little temper tantrums and all her unreasonable "domineering" behavior were on display at that moment.
In his eyes, everything became a matter of course.
Even... incredibly cute.
The girl was still not giving up. Seeing that Ruan Tang was unmoved, she lowered her voice even further and softer.
"elder sister……"
She trembled like a frightened little animal in dire need of pity. Her misty eyes stared straight at Ruan Tang with utter dependence and pleading, as if she would shatter the next second if Ruan Tang didn't nod.
Ruan Tang didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, let alone look at her pitiful face.
elder sister?
She scoffed inwardly.
Just as the girl was preparing to cry, Ruan Tang's almost imperceptible divine sense had quietly swept over her.
The "younger sister" who was crying and calling out "sister" was actually eighteen years old in terms of bone age.
It was two years older than my body.
She's still calling herself "older sister" here; how can she even bring herself to do it?
"Excuse me."
Ruan Tang turned around, her voice still soft and gentle, like the delicate and gentle spring rain in Jiangnan, yet it carried an undeniable sense of aloofness and indifference, as if separated by a thin, unbreakable layer of glass.
"A friend gave this to me."
She raised her voice slightly, deliberately emphasizing the word "friend." Her bright eyes inadvertently met Yan Yu's deep, ocean-like gaze across from her, then quickly looked away, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
"And... I'm also still carsick and not feeling well."
She gently pressed her slender, fair fingers against her smooth temples, her slightly furrowed brows adding to the pitiful and genuine discomfort of her already small face.
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