Su Shijie looked into her eyes. They were large, and she had long eyelashes, like two miniature fans.
He never told her she was pretty, though he thought she was.
He was always aware that she had feelings for him.
For the past two years, she followed him around, her intentions all too clear.
Zhuo Junyi watched as he remained silent, starting to feel a bit upset herself.
She snatched back the painting he was holding, "I don't need your help, I can hang it myself."
Having made her point, she stormed off to a corner, dragging a stool behind her before climbing up to hang it herself.
Su Shijie watched her and naturally realized she was angry.
Still, he chose not to say anything.
The more Zhuo Junyi thought about it, the angrier she got. Just how oblivious could he be to her feelings?
Just as she had finished hanging the painting and was about to step down, she stepped back unsteadily.
The stool wobbled beneath her and she tumbled down.
