"Why are you all looking at me with that expression?"
"Alright, that's the end of my story. Next sister, please continue."
The evening breeze blew, making the tail of the bonfire sway.
In the middle of the coffee table, smoke curled around the stove. Mou Keyan smiled faintly, the scattered moonlight on her body rippling like waves.
...
[Damn, damn, did I hear wrong? What is Fairy Miao talking about!]
[She spoke for so long, longer than all the previous contestants combined. Could this be a pre-written script?]
[Script, my ass! My eyes are red, I'm about to cry listening to this!]
[I can testify, having been a "lick dog" for over a decade, I definitely have authority in this field. What Mou Keyan just said was absolute genuine emotion; no skilled screenwriter could craft this.]
[What kind of person does she like? I can't understand it at all. Such an outstanding girl, yet in love, so humble, constantly saying she's not worthy. Just how good is the other person?]
