Yuan Chun looked at the man beside her, her brows and eyes curving. "So, Zhong Weiyi, you've said all this—what exactly do you mean?"
Zhong Weiyi suddenly got nervous.
His tense hand grabbed his thigh hard, squeezing himself so much that he yelped "ouch".
Yuan Chun was amused by how awkward he looked.
Actually, she'd long since figured out how Zhong Weiyi felt about her. It's just that he's bad with words and easily flustered. They'd known each other for years and he still hadn't confessed to her.
She wasn't the kind of woman who would take the initiative to confess either, so she just pretended not to know what was in his heart and let things take their course. She'd already lived through a bunch of little worlds; whether she got married or not didn't really matter.
If she met someone she liked looking at, she'd get married.
If she didn't, she'd just live on her own. She had the system with her, she had friends with her; she wouldn't be lonely or cold.
