But... how is this possible!?
Ling Muye felt his heart ache terribly. In the past, he had thought that she was someone Gong Beiyao did not want. He used to believe that he was the one who understood Sheng Qianxia best.
Yet at this moment, he found his former thoughts naive and ridiculous.
If the person sitting opposite Sheng Qianxia right now were not Gong Beiyao, but him, how many questions could they have answered correctly?
Thinking this way, Ling Muye actually felt even breathing become painfully difficult.
Although he had always been skeptical, everything today seemed to be reminding him that it was time to face reality.
The hand that Ling Muye held the answer board with slowly tightened, the veins on the back of his hand visibly standing out.
He stared intently at Sheng Qianxia, but Sheng Qianxia—she only ever looked at Gong Beiyao!
