Right now she's standing right in front of him, and she can hardly believe what she's hearing.
As they lock eyes, Xia Chuqing is dumbfounded, her heart skips a beat.
"You... what did you say..." Xia Chuqing forces a smile, an awkward one at that.
She finds it hard to believe what she heard because, after all, he had clearly rejected her confession back then.
Later, she figured it out—she and he are indeed not the same kind of people. He's successful, she has nothing.
On top of that, her father's situation was only harmful to him, it was impossible for him to be with her.
Xiao Mo put down his notebook, stood up from the sofa, and approached her.
With his hands in his pants pockets, he lowered his head, looking calm and composed.
"All this time, I've been pursuing you. Didn't you sense it?" Xiao Mo said in a deep voice.
The voice was as pleasant as ever, but to Xia Chuqing, it felt like a thunderbolt out of the blue.
"You... you're pursuing me?"
