Xiao Rou tilted her head thoughtfully and shook it seriously, "No."
Zhou Chengchen's face fell, and he turned over to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling and sighing, "Girl, you lack a pair of eyes that can see beauty."
Xiao Rou continued to smile tenderly, without speaking further.
But her thoughts began to follow Zhou Chengchen's words.
Had she never been moved?
It depends on how you define it.
To say she liked Zhou Qi, always noticed him, wished to have a closer relationship.
These thoughts were sincerely absent in Xiao Rou.
Yet back then, in the youthful days, Zhou Qi was like a shining presence in the campus, with good grades, a friendly demeanor, playing basketball, violin, and guitar - a guy like that had a certain charm that could stir youthful affection.
Xiao Rou was no exception; in a world that values appearance, chatting with handsome guys always felt more pleasant.
