The other person's gaze was calm, their eyes deep, like an unfathomably deep pool of water.
"..." Hu Xinrui, for some reason, felt a hollowness in her heart, and muttered as she stood up, "Shiyu, your brother really, growing fond of me for so long but not daring to confess, and then purposely using such an extreme method to deal with me, could you talk to him for me?"
Zhou Shiyu looked at her seriously, "I think you're truly hopeless, and thankfully, my brother doesn't like you anymore."
"Why would you say that? Weren't we good sisters at noon?"
"Guess?" Zhou Shiyu's mouth quickly flashed a mocking smile, and she walked away with light steps, hands clasped behind her back.
...
Liking the girl next door for over a decade, who he thought was superior in tea art but actually had very low EQ, unaligned morals, and had been comfortably coasting by on her good looks since childhood—what a brain wreck.
She only appeared mature, but man oh man...