After she said that, she didn't expect Zhou Mingyu would have an answer.
But to her surprise, in the very next second, Zhou Mingyu looked up at her, "Indeed that's one of the reasons."
Su Zhiruan: "Really?"
"I quite like the gossip you share." He raised his hand to remove his glasses, his composed gaze quietly settled in her eyes, "Would you find it troublesome to message me every day?"
"Of course not," Su Zhiruan said decisively, then she blinked, "If I had to act every day with Jiang Beiyu, perhaps I couldn't have continued, I am also glad that you are willing to listen when I share gossip."
After she finished speaking, Zhou Mingyu's eyes flickered, gazing deeply at her.
He didn't speak further, the curtain on the second floor was lifted at a corner.
The pale blue curtain gently floated, the light sliced continuously through the ground, casting strands of light, like intense, passionate kisses.
Finally, the sunshine fell on their hands, which were overlapped unknowingly.