The bright light made people see his expression clearly. He was shocked, unbelievable, or could be regarded as touched.
Farah was still standing on the stage with the microphone in her hand, but her face was still full of shy pink, and her eyes were bright and moist.
She was like a girl who had just grown up in love. She had outstanding appearance, noble temperament and a proud family background. So many people were envious that James would be chosen by such a girl.
But Farah was also nervous. Only she knew that her hand holding the microphone was trembling. She looked at James from a distance, and her sincere eyes were full of pleading that only she could understand.
She plucked up the courage, put down herself-esteem, and made her greatest confession.
James's face was like an ink drenched landscape painting, which was very hazy.
