Obby Stuart was momentarily at a loss because his "symptoms" were all accurately identified by her.
The color of his face deepened, becoming flushed with embarrassment.
His hands rubbed together in an unnatural manner.
It was quite awkward.
Seeing this.
Erine Cunningham laughed easily, stepped forward, and patted his shoulder, like comforting a patient, "I understand your feelings, just like many people admire Mr. Johnson, I'm no exception, but can only admire from afar."
"Because some people are destined to be together, such as Mr. Johnson and Miss Lindsey, they are truly a perfect match. Whereas we, ordinary people, should not harbor unrealistic fantasies, do you understand?"
"..." Obby Stuart, after hearing this, was left utterly speechless.
His inner conflict was thoroughly struck by this mysterious girl.
