"In my eyes, both of your concerns are just as silly. Fools, you're both big fools."
He didn't know whether it was his imagination, but Xu Xiangyang heard the class president seem to sniffle softly.
His heart skipped a beat.
In the past, Zhu Qingyue had said all sorts of enticing words to him, made bewitching movements, and posed with provocative allure; yet none of that compared to the palpitations he felt at that moment.
...
After a quiet fifteen minutes of sharing secrets, Zhu Qingyue was the first to get up from the sofa, walk over to the door, and turn on the lights inside the private room.
The room suddenly became bright.
Xu Xiangyang watched Zhu Qingyue as she gracefully walked back, not understanding whether she had cried while embracing Lin Xingjie just now; he only looked at that stunningly beautiful face illuminated by the light, knowing he was destined never to get an answer.
"Okay, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhu Qingyue asked with a smile.