Lu Xinxin really couldn't believe it. She had liked Zhou Yanlin for so long, and she had hinted at it both openly and implicitly, but he was indifferent. She had thought he was unromantic and clueless about love, but the scene before her slapped her squarely in the face.
Lu Xinxin looked at the girl's receding figure, feeling a sense of familiarity.
She furrowed her brows slightly and finally remembered. It was the girl from the English competition. At the time, she had thought she was Zhou Yanlin's sister.
But apparently not.
Zhou Yanlin walked along the campus path with the girl, both of them strikingly attractive—a truly beautiful scene indeed.
The more Lu Xinxin watched, the angrier she became. It was infuriating, all her painful pursuit, yet she gained nothing.
As Zhou Yanlin walked, he turned his head to look at Gu Joy, his gaze filled with adoration; his eyes only had her in them.
