As Gu Xiao, plagued with a headache and uncertainty, suddenly heard a voice calling out from afar: "Qin Youbei, I like you! Qin Youbei, I like you!..."
Qin Youbei: "..."
Lin Jiujiu walked to the balcony, leaned over the railing to look down, and saw before the female dormitory building a sea of candles arranged into the shape of a heart. A handsome young man stood in the middle of the candlelit heart, holding a bouquet of bright red roses in his arms.
He looked up at their dormitory balcony, and with deep affection, he shouted, "Shell, to meet you amid the vast crowd is the luckiest and happiest thing in my life. I love you, I really, really love you. I hope to exchange my sincerity for your true feelings."
The young man's earnest confessions one after another alerted the entire dormitory building, and it was abuzz with chattering discussions.
Lin Jiujiu returned to the dorm and said to Qin Youbei, "It's Zhou Xiyu, he's down there confessing to you. Are you going to accept him?"
