Henry listened to Maya's words, his face turning pale. He furrowed his brows and looked at Maya, smiling bitterly, "Maya, why do you do this? You don't need to deliberately make me dislike you; I can make my own judgments."
Henry saw Maya's self-deprecation and felt extremely uncomfortable. The steadfast confidence he always had was finally shaken by her; it turned out Maya really disliked him, and it was just his own overconfidence.
He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and gently touched Maya's little face, "Stop saying those harsh words. It pains my heart when you do this."
Maya looked at Henry's pained expression and his desolate demeanor, thinking to herself that if she was going to act, she might as well go all out and add fuel to the fire, so he could completely give up.
So she sneered twice, removed Henry's hand, and asked him, "Henry, do you know what I did just now?"
"I don't want to know."
