And so, beside the large water vat in the courtyard, three people sat fishing and chatting. They held simple fishing rods—though you could hardly call them that. They were just iron rods with lines attached, the kind with a bit of bait that you could basically never catch a fish with.
For Jiang Qiuqiu, this was a very ordinary conversation.
But for Mo Si, this conversation was quite significant.
Mo Chengyu had just told him that Qiuqiu... felt that way about him. At first, he thought it was impossible. But Chengyu's eyes and tone gave no hint of a lie, and she had also said:
"You don't understand girls. Even though you always say I'm not a girl, you have no idea the things Qiuqiu and I talk about when we're together, okay?"
"I'm only saying this because I've definitely noticed a lot of little things."
"There are just so many—"
"I think she likes you."
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