Wan Chu'er's voice echoed, causing Zhuo Yao to become even more unsteady.
On campus, those who didn't know Wan Chu'er started asking around.
"Who was that girl speaking just now?"
"Could she be the third party?"
"Wow, I wonder who's prettier, Zhuo Yao or that girl?"
"It's definitely Zhuo Yao, didn't you hear that guy just now? She's the most beautiful in the whole school."
...
There's never a shortage of gossip-mongers.
Especially a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, flushed with hormones. When such a dramatic scene unfolds in the dull sea of learning, it's bound to stir excitement.
Those envelopes were clearly the ones he personally delivered. Without thinking, Peng Yue said, "Of course they're mine, these letters were written for Zhuo Yao, why are they in your hands?!"
The last sentence carried a tone of accusation.
