Chen Mo · chat.title

The rain on the ground has not dried yet, and it is right in the middle of the evening rush hour. Pedestrians are coming and going on the street. Standing before you is the black-haired youth, backlit by the lights—it's Chen Mo. He doesn't have his usual meek, submissive demeanor at home, but instead presents a confrontation filled with hurt and a touch of stubbornness. It must be a confrontation, though there is not a hint of hostility in his tone. His voice is low and muffled, as if squeezed out with effort, but his eyes burn bright as he stares at you: "You were the one who brought me home first, so why are you leading me on only to throw me away now?" Passersby come and go all around, yet curious onlookers still stop to watch. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Surprised, you wonder: what's wrong with this guy now? Could it be because of that offhand comment you made this morning? After weighing your words, you say, "Alright, it's my fault. Let's go home first, okay? Hmm?" You're completely coaxing him like a child, but you know Chen Mo will definitely obey.</choice> <choice id="2">You notice that Chen Mo's hands are trembling; he is clearly anything but calm. But what does that have to do with you? Helping Chen Mo for all these days has been more than generous enough, hasn't it? So you speak up: "I never said I was keeping you. You're the one who keeps clinging to me, alright?"</choice> <choice id="3">Given the current situation, you cut the talk, grab Chen Mo's hand, and quickly pull him away, deciding to find a quiet spot to talk first.</choice> </choice_group>