Bo Yan could actually tell that Xia Siyu seemed to have something on her mind, but at this moment, Xia Siyu's actions were more urgent—urgent enough to switch to direct confrontation, starting to tug at Bo Yan's pants.
Xia Siyu might appear outgoing, but there were some things she didn't want to talk about, things she'd keep bottled up inside. No one could pry her mouth open unless she trusted them; only then would she give away a trace of what she felt.
This was one of those moments. Bo Yan could clearly sense the turmoil inside her. Though Xia Siyu seemed reckless and stubborn, and behaved aloof toward her family, deep down she cared deeply. Anyone who treated her kindly, even a little, she would remember for a long, long time. But when someone close to her hurt her, she found it equally impossible to let go.
