After he finished speaking, Li Juezhou's hand resting on the motorbike unconsciously clenched.
His face appeared calm and composed, as if simply expressing his thoughts courageously was sufficient, and whether Sang Ning accepted them or not was unimportant.
Li Juezhou felt this way, yet he couldn't control the thunderous beating of his heart.
He had already envisioned countless reactions from Sang Ning: a cold-faced rejection or a shy smile accompanied by a nod, indicating she also had feelings for him. The latter was merely his wishful thinking.
He had imagined every possible reaction—except for the one where Sang Ning earnestly began clapping her hands.
"You really have guts." After clapping, Sang Ning didn't forget to give Li Juezhou a thumbs-up.
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"You're the first person to ever confess to me." Sang Ning looked at Li Juezhou with the gaze one would reserve for a valiant warrior.
In two lifetimes, no one had ever dared confess to her face.
