Ji Zhao blinked curiously.
When she walked into the courtyard, she immediately saw Shen Yao in the crowd.
Shen Yao, who was dressed in blue, was quietly making record of the snails sent by the villagers.
The warm sunlight shone on him, making him look even gentler.
He seemed to have sensed Ji Zhao's gaze. The moment he looked up, he accurately caught Ji Zhao's infatuated gaze.
Shen Yao subconsciously smiled at her.
At this moment, Ji Zhao felt her heart stop beating.
"If you like someone, you'll feel your heart beating non-stop. You'll want to attract his attention, but at the same time, you'll be afraid of him. That conflicting emotion is like a candied hawthorn wrapped in honey. It's sour and sweet."
At this moment, these words suddenly appeared in Ji Zhao's mind.
She could no longer remember where these words came from, but she felt that her heart had moved.
Could it be that she really liked Shen Yao?
