"You should have guessed what I want to confess."
"Do you like me?"
Gu Xiye's rhetorical question made Wang Mohen raise her head suddenly. She looked into those eyes that had always been mysterious, but at this moment, those eyes still puzzled her:
It seemed that she was not what he wanted, or maybe Gu Xiye didn't even know if she was what he wanted.
…
After the boy left, everyone intentionally or unintentionally focused their attention on Gu Xiye's still stern face. Wang Mohen also had no idea in his heart: Is this a double confession? I just let others run away, I'm afraid it will be my turn after all.
"What are you looking at? If you don't speak, you'll be acquiescing."