"That's my buddy's photo. But even if you're interested in him, it's no use. He has a girlfriend, and she's incredibly beautiful. I've never seen anyone as pretty as her—she's like a fairy. You'd be amazed if you saw her."
As he spoke about Xue Yang's girlfriend, Cui Hao couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Before he knew it, he had typed out a long, rambling message.
The person on the other end was silent for a long time, and Cui Hao's anxiety spiked.
Did I say something wrong? I guess you're not supposed to praise other girls in front of another girl.
He scratched his head, wanting to apologize but finding himself at a loss for words.
I finally got her to reply, and now I've blown it.
Cui Hao collapsed onto his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed again.
