"..."!!!
How did he catch the main point? She was clearly protesting, so how did it suddenly turn into being desperate to get married?
Evelyn Sherman wriggled in his arms, unable to break free, her big eyes glancing up, pointing towards the Library, "Chester Yale, do you still remember the first thing I said to you in the Library?"
"..." Chester Yale paused, then let her go, his brow slightly furrowing as he looked at the Library in front of him, recalling scene after scene from their past.
"Chester Yale, I like you, do you like me?"
"Chester Yale, I like you, can't you like me back?"
"Chester Yale, I've decided to pursue you, whether you like me or not, I just like you..."
"Chester Yale, I saved a seat for you, sit here, it's quiet and comfortable..."
"Chester Yale..."
Her crisp voice seemed to echo in his ears once again.
During their school days, she was naive and lively, and in her beautiful eyes, there was a straightforwardness no one else could understand.
