Mo Qingchen stared silently for a long time, expressionless. With each passing moment, a tight ball of anxiety and anticipation grew in her gut, making her panic. She had no way of knowing what he was thinking. The hard line of his mouth offered no comfort and his eyes seemed eerily flat.
Was he angry?
Was he in shock?
She couldn't even find in herself to hope he was happy.
She didn't know what she had expected him to do, but she wasn't comforted by the laugh that erupted from him.
She couldn't hide the hurt expression. Sitting there, feeling vulnerable from her confession, watching him laugh was a tough pill to swallow. Luckily, he stopped immediately and stared. His face fell and a blank look from before came back.
"You're serious."
She couldn't speak. She was weighed down by panic and dread. She felt angry for ruining the moment with her confession.
"Yes," she managed to croak.
