And Chen Yuan was looking into her eyes.
At that moment, the feelings between the two were connected.
It was clear that Xia Xinyu was somewhat expectant.
It seemed that others' romance had also gotten to her head a bit.
But in such a situation, what straightforward words should one say?
Impossible.
That day had already gone well enough, the operation was at its peak, and Mr. Firefly was quite supportive.
It was enough to just drop a hint.
There was no need to gild the lily.
"It was right after I finished my star gift, and then you rode the bike to take me home, the two of us were downstairs at the Sunshine community apartment, getting ready to go upstairs," Xia Xinyu projected herself into her past self, her mood quite expectant.
Chen Yuan, too, was watching her, recalling the scene from that time.
As if time had flowed backward.
Back to such a summer night.
His own body was all wet, and his bangs were soaked with water droplets.