Bai Qingling listened to Chu Junming and smiled.
"Tell me about it."
Chu Junming said unhurriedly, "I don't lack money, just a girlfriend."
"..."
Bai Qingling's relaxed smile slowly froze.
She blinked, and blinked again.
At some point, the air was imbued with ambiguity. His smile gradually faded, and his gaze became serious and focused.
"Qingling."
"Mm."
She responded instinctively.
"Are you willing?" Chu Junming couldn't quite figure out Bai Qingling's thoughts, but he guessed she didn't dislike him, and might even have some fondness.
Over these days of interaction, he seemed indifferent yet had forcefully occupied a place in her heart.
On TV, the host's voice announced the New Year countdown, "59..."
The audience below began counting down along with the host.
Bai Qingling's heart was slightly disordered by the loud and exciting sound, her lowered gaze rose again, looking at the earnest Chu Junming.
Seeing herself in his eyes, she smiled gently, "Are you sure?"
