But she still hadn't figured out how to confess to him.
She couldn't just run up to Gu Yu, tug at his sleeve, and say, "Hey, bro, I like you, okay?"
What if Gu Yu rejected her? What then?
Writing a love letter didn't seem to have any effect either...
Last time Gu Yu forced her to write him a love letter, it had taken her an entire night of racking her brain to come up with just a few sentences.
What other methods of confessing were there?
Tang Yuran thought and thought but couldn't come up with a good idea, so she simply lay on the bed and took out her phone to search for ways to confess her feelings.
However, the results she found were either using candles to form a heart shape or presenting nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers—nothing but impractical ideas.
After searching for half an hour, Tang Yuran sighed in resignation, tossed her phone onto the nightstand, and stopped looking at it.
Impractical, way too impractical—she'd better think of something else.
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