"I know," Wang Wei muttered, her head lowered, wishing she could hide her face in the rice. Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum.
The mind of a young girl is the most complex: bold yet innocent, immature yet sophisticated.
Listening to the clatter of eating from across the table, she occasionally stole glances, wondering to herself, did I misunderstand him?
This boy is really different; no wonder Tang Yuchan trusts him.
"Ah," Wang Wei said, her face flushing as she lifted her head.
Her heart was pounding, but her eyes showed an indescribable determination, "I've always had some ideas, but when I talk to my dad, he just says I should prioritize my studies. Can you listen to them?"
"Speak," Shen Dong said, finishing the last mouthful of his meal and placing his bowl on the table with a formal air.
