Gu Qian avoided his gaze, muttering, "I'm not good-looking."
The way she looks now, so ordinary that she'd disappear into a crowd, with him looking at her like that, only makes her feel more awkward.
"What I like isn't your appearance," Mo Beichen instinctively explained. After speaking, the surroundings fell silent. Gu Qian gave a slight cough, feeling increasingly uneasy.
The Mo Beichen of the past, even if he liked her, wouldn't say it so openly. He always seemed to hold onto a bit of reservation, as if not saying it aloud would mean not losing too badly.
But Mo Beichen, in these past couple of days, has changed a bit. Sweet words come naturally to him, as if he transformed from a reserved boy into a romantic one. And when he speaks those sweet words, you don't feel any pretense; the way he says them is gentle and heartfelt, straight to one's heart.
