By now, even if Eleven were truly as ugly as a clock without color, or had a character flaw beyond measure, he just had to say she was excellent!
Because, after all, he couldn't admit that his own judgment was flawed, right?
That's to say, for any woman he becomes smitten with, he must praise her wholeheartedly, even if it makes him cry.
Eleven turned her face, looking at the scenery outside the window.
Though it was just a row of lush green trees, they appeared particularly eye-catching to her at this moment.
This feeling of being confessed to, seemed to be a thing of the distant past, as if she had been transported back to her school days.
Gu Liancheng sneaked a glance at her, but she had her back to him. So he couldn't see her expression, let alone know what she was thinking at this moment.
His heart was pounding. Turning his body to one side, he frowned slightly.
