She finished speaking.
Delia Frieman was looking at Noah Reed.
This handsome, sunny young man.
She could not pinpoint how she was feeling.
Anxious and uneasy.
Slightly taken aback, Noah Reed took a moment to respond. He smiled at Delia Frieman, "Ella, you're just kidding me, right?"
Just kidding.
Delia must be joking with him.
Because she couldn't find a reason to reject him.
"I'm not kidding," With a deep breath, Delia Frieman revealed her feelings, feeling relieved, although she couldn't help reddening her eyes. "Noah, no girl would jest about such an issue. I'm not good enough for you. There's an insurmountable chasm between us."
Noah Reed is a rich second-generation.
And she's just a pathetic red lamp girl.
If.
If she were normal, having gone to high school after graduating from middle school, finally getting into her desired university, then she would definitely have chosen Noah.
And then have a spectacular romance.
Noah Reed stood there stunned.