"I didn't disagree with it either.” Charity blinked.
At that, Max's eyes lit up.
Under the street light, his thin lips curled up into a smile in spite of himself.
"I promised Freya that I'll see a psychologist." Charity looked at the street light behind him. "Some mental illnesses need to be treated.”
"I think so too." Max could feel that his heart was beginning to race.
If she had her illness treated, did it mean she would not be so averse to romantic relationships anymore?
As far as he recalled, she had promised she would consider him first if she wanted to
get in a relationship.
"But even if I recover, I can't be sure I’ll fall in love with you.” Seeing that he could hardly contain the joy on his face, Charity had to rain on his parade. "In fact, I treat you more like a buddy-"
"Enough. Please don't continue." Max interrupted huffily, "I can be buddies with Eliza, but I don’t want to be yours. However, if you still don’t have feelings for me after we’ve tried, we'll be... buddies forever."
"Thank you." Charity thanked him sincerely for not giving her too much pressure.
"Not at all. As long as you're willing to get treated and give me a chance, I’m happy."
Max stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants, his eyes clear as usual. "Don't give yourself too much pressure. If the treatment makes you feel terrible or uncomfortable, forget about it. Anyway, I'll keep your company even if you're not in love with anyone. You will never be lonely."
Charity kept quiet.
Nevertheless, she knew full well that her ice-cold heart relaxed because of his words.
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