Shy?
Before Li Changzhou could think it through, Turquoise Pool quickly said to cover her previous words: [Why change the topic to talk about Cantonese, instead of answering me directly?]
What else could it be?
[... I am also, shy.]
For a while, neither of them spoke.
The tide surged at night, the moonstone submerged at the bottom of the lake, and the moon in the sky pulled at each other, as if they were getting closer in a daze.
The moon was so large that it filled half the sky.
Li Changzhou's thoughts followed the rise and fall of the Canglang Boat.
'I like you,' is something that slips out with a breath, but how many people can actually say it?
He had pursued Yang Qinglan and knew the hesitation and apprehension of confessing love.
Turquoise Pool, as a woman, took the initiative to confess to him, and her hesitation and apprehension would only be greater than his.
From her use of Cantonese, it was clear she was nervous and uneasy.
