Yu Zhiyang's performance was not particularly good, but it was incredibly sincere.
He stood in front of everyone, reciting the lines written by Zheng Xiaowen.
"I know I'm not as impressive as the other men you've met, but I will try my best, believe me, I like you, so I will try hard."
His voice did not fluctuate greatly, nor did it carry a full load of emotional intensity.
He simply spoke earnestly in a low voice.
His gaze wasn't as firm as Lao Boyi's, exuding a "Who else if not me?" confidence, nor was it as passionate as Zhou Jianfeng's, as if he was about to embrace the other person in the next second.
But he was like a quiet, reserved college student, cautiously hiding his embarrassment in front of the girl he likes, striving to make a promise he could offer.
His plainness became authenticity, his expressionlessness carefully concealed his nervousness.
Zhou Yun felt she was not objective at all, having lost her rationale.
