Hearing Wang Hao recite Li Bai's "The Consul's Carriage" without missing a single word, Qin Xue's heart skipped a beat as she stared at him with wide eyes, dumbfounded.
She never would have imagined that Wang Hao could recite poetry.
Seeing Qin Xue frozen on the spot, Wang Hao asked with a chuckle,
"Xiaoxue, could it be that we are childhood sweethearts, just as you said?"
Qin Xue was hugely embarrassed. Indeed, she had said those words. But that was only to get rid of You Junde's pestering and had been blurted out without thinking.
Faced with Wang Hao's earnest and intense gaze, for a moment, she truly didn't know how to respond.
After a long while, her face reddened, and she said hesitantly, "I was just talking nonsense, it's not to be taken seriously!"
Hearing Qin Xue's words, Wang Hao immediately put on a heartbroken expression.
"Ah, you women, always picking on simple and kindhearted men like me!"
