"What are you talking about? Are you mad at me? Then why do you keep avoiding me and ignoring me?" He frowned.
"Because I feel so embarrassed." She still refused to look up.
"What's the meaning?"
"I talked a lot in front of you, and kept saying how much I thanked my uncle with long legs, but when you were in front of my eyes, I couldn't recognize you as him. I felt embarrassed."
"It's not your fault, you were only seven years old, and after eleven years, both you and me have changed our appearance."
"But I should remember you, should recognize you, you have the most beautiful silver eyes in the world--"
"This is the problem. I didn't let you see the real color of my eyes, so it's not your fault."