Jing Zhiyue held Jing Xiang's hand in her right, her left hand clutching the gift tightening with slight sweat. She lifted her head and puffed out her chest, presenting herself with even more grace and nobility. Countless gazes of admiration surrounded her, pride and confidence filling her chest. She was indeed the center of attention, where all eyes should rest.
However, she was only hoping for one person to focus all their attention on her.
Jing Zhiyue's gaze settled on Mo Yunchen, who was not far away. Despite the great nervousness she felt about his attention, she maintained a graceful smile on the surface, walking elegantly towards Mo Cang.
Mo Haoxuan, with his beautiful, gentle face, frowned as he observed Jing Zhiyue's obviously nervous demeanor and let out a sardonic laugh.
Jing Zhiyue, oh Jing Zhiyue, so intelligent yet stumbling over Mo Yunchen. Don't you realize he won't even spare you a second glance?
