Wen Wan blushed at the compliment, waving her hands in dismissal. "No, no..."
Lu Yao then asked, "So, does Sifan like you?"
Wen Wan's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's buzz. "I don't know... He probably... probably doesn't."
As she said this, she felt a pang in her heart, as if pricked by something sharp.
She remembered the focused look on Sifan's face whenever he put food on her plate, the way he held her hand on the roller coaster and told her "Don't be afraid," and how he'd stared at her blankly on the Ferris wheel.
But he had never once said he liked her.
'Maybe to him, I really am just a business partner.'
Seeing her expression, Lu Yao explained, "To be honest, I kind of like Sifan."
Wen Wan looked up at her.
Lu Yao spoke openly. "But he doesn't go to the same school as me, and I have no idea if he likes me or not. Wen Wan, could you help me ask him?"
"Ask him what?" Wen Wan asked, stunned for a moment.
