Seeing so many eyes on her, Xueyue knew she couldn't delay the acceptance of the prize any longer.
She breathed in and said, "I-I'm alright, Chenyang. I should go up by myself. It won't look good for you to accompany me. The people might speak badly of you."
Xueyue knew how women constantly flocked around him. If she walked up the platform with him in tow, they would think she was purposely flaunting her close relationship with him.
"They know you're a Li, they won't dare to speak badly of me or you," he said.
He noticed the anxiety within her eyes. He frowned. 'Why is she worrying so much about me?' he thought to himself.
She was clearly not in the best state of mind, yet she worried about him more than she worried about herself.
Li Chenyang's fingers curled into a fist. He was going to ruin whoever tried to harm her.
"It's alright, really," Xueyue reassured him. She forced her fear down her throat and gave him her usual smile.
