Qiao Yue followed the girl's line of sight and stared at the cookies for a long time. After a while, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not hungry yet. I don't feel like eating. Thank you."
The girl's eyes turned red but she pressed on, "Can I make them for you when you want to eat them in future?"
Qiao Yue looked at the girl kindly and replied, "Desserts should be made for those who cherish them. It's not made to fill stomachs, but to convey the maker's feelings, right?"
Many people had noticed what's happening at Qiao Yue's end; they couldn't help but prick up their ears to eavesdrop.
After Qiao Yue said this in a gentle tone, many people in the classroom gasped. Then, the school forum was updated rapidly.
"How can Qiao Yue reject someone so gently? I love him, I love him! I also want to tell him that, even if I am rejected."
