Mo Chengyu felt like she had seen through it all. But she didn't say much.
She'd already said more than enough. Sometimes, for a beautiful and sincere romance to be truly moving, the two people at its center had to be the ones to break that last, unspoken barrier.
So she ushered Jiang Qiuqiu to a seat. "Long time no see! I still haven't congratulated you for taking first place again, Qiuqiu!"
"You already congratulated me on my terminal."
"That doesn't count. It only counts when it's said in person." Mo Chengyu propped her chin on her hand and asked like an overbearing CEO, "Congratulations come with gifts. So, what do you want, Qiuqiu?"
"Um… anything is fine."
"If you're that nonchalant, I won't know what to get you." She clicked her tongue, and then, as if struck by a sudden idea, she scooted closer. "Qiuqiu, what if I give you Black Hole as a congratulatory gift?"
"..."
