Song Yan was full of question marks, her face a picture of incomprehension as she stared at him.
What had he just said?
Was there a kind soul out there who could translate for her?
They were clearly speaking Chinese, but why couldn't she understand?
Song Yan blinked at him and asked, "What did you say?"
Give him a chance to neatly organize his thoughts again.
Gu Chenxiao gazed into her eyes and once more parted his thin lips, speaking earnestly, "I said, it's not too late for you to make up with me now, lending an umbrella or walking you home, either works."
Song Yan: "..."
He actually repeated himself.
Complete and unabridged!
Song Yan simply couldn't find the right words to describe her feelings at that moment.
She took a deep breath and with a smile that did not reach her eyes, she began, "Well, I should really thank Mr. Gu for giving me this opportunity, but..."
