Li Jingming had been talking to himself the whole time, completely unaware of Shen Yixue's troubled expression. It wasn't until he received no response from Shen Yixue that he finally stopped.
"Yixue, what's wrong?" Li Jingming looked at Shen Yixue with a trace of confusion on his face, "Aren't you happy? Or is it that, you actually feel towards me—"
At this point, a flicker of displeasure crossed his mind.
Could it be that it had always been unrequited love on his part? Otherwise, why did Shen Yixue look so unhappy right now?
"No, I like you."
After speaking, Shen Yixue's face uncontrollably turned red, and she continued, "It's just that this all came so suddenly, I'm a bit slow to react. And what if I don't win first place in the national calligraphy competition? What will I do then?"
