"Why?" Adam looked at her in confusion. "On stage or off, we've cooperated so well, haven't we?"
"It's just trust, not love. From the very beginning, I've only considered you a good friend."
An Siqing lowered her eyes slightly. "Adam, I really appreciate how much you've cared for me during this time. If you're willing, we can still continue being friends."
"But isn't love built on trust?"
Adam turned his head, reached out to grab her shoulders, and looked at her urgently. "An, I know there's someone you've been secretly in love with. But since you can't be with him, why won't you give me a chance?"
An Siqing moved her body slightly and tried to take his hands off her shoulders, but he gripped them tightly.
"An, I promise I'll take good care of you. Please, give me a chance!"
Under the dim streetlight, An Siqing's fair cheeks showed a rosy hue from the alcohol she had consumed.
