Du Yue thought that she had hidden her emotions well, but not long after, Xia Ju came over excitedly. "Du Yue, you've been acting a little strange these few days."
Du Yue frowned. "Why do you say that?"
When Xia Ju heard this, she said with a mysterious expression, "There are four words clearly written on your face—'I miss my hometown.'
Du Yue had told Xia Ju that she and He Xing came from the first base a long time ago. After hearing Xia Ju's words, Du Yue reached out to touch her face and turned to look at Xia Ju.
After staring at her for a while, Du Yue said, "There are three words on your face."
Xia Ju frowned slightly and looked at Du Yue in confusion. "What three words?"
"A stupid beauty!" Xia Ju was speechless. She was indeed a beauty, but who was the stupid one?
Xia Ju looked at Du Yue angrily. "Why are you calling me stupid?"
"Because you're not very smart." Du Yue smiled.
