Xiao Rou buried her head even lower.
Oh no, oh no, she felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
She had to restrain herself, she definitely had to.
Xiao Rou kept admonishing herself.
She hadn't forgotten that Saturday, Zhou Qi's coldness towards her, and the distance he kept afterwards.
Xiao Rou could only feel one thing now.
She realized that the novels she read before, though dramatic and a bit juvenile, had one true saying.
A crush is wanting to say "I love you," but never having the courage to actually do it.
That carefree act of confessing and then simply moving on if rejected is impossible.
That's not being carefree, that's just not liking enough.
Xiao Rou continued eating, her head down as she ate.
In no time, she had finished a bowl of rice, as naturally, she ate fast while keeping her head down. When she finished and looked up, Zhou Qi hadn't even finished half a bowl.
And now, he was holding his chopsticks, smiling with his gaze fixed on her.
