Taking the pillow and raising her feet, Leng Zirui lifted his hand to cover her with a thin quilt. Noticing the necklace exposed at her neckline, he bent down and carefully picked up the bullet shell, gently rotating it.
On the bullet shell, a small line of handwriting immediately appeared before his eyes.
At the front was a slightly larger number, with the Arabic number 10 written above two horizontal lines, like a score.
Behind it, in slightly smaller font, it read, "Leng Zirui, May 21, 201X."
That night, he gave her a perfect score of ten, which was a full score at the film festival.
Compared to the trophy she received, this small bullet shell held absolutely extraordinary significance for her, because it was undoubtedly a higher evaluation than any award.
Looking at that line of small writing, Leng Zirui’s body stiffened.
What did it mean for her to have turned the bullet shell he gave her into a necklace she wore around her neck, with his name and the date he gave her the shell engraved on it?
Pulling the quilt snugly over her, he carefully took her arm out from under the blanket.
On her wrist, the Rainbow Bracelet was exceptionally dazzling and eye-catching.
Previously, although she liked wearing jewelry, every time they met, she would change into new ones. But since he gave her this bracelet, she had kept it on.
Raising his palm, Leng Zirui gently brushed aside the unruly hair on her face. Looking at her sleeping face, he again recalled what she had told him that night.
...
Leng Zirui, I know I’m not good enough for you, but I really like you. You can laugh at me if you want. I know I’m far worse than Xiao Qian. I’m impulsive, I’m clumsy, I can never do anything right... I know we’re not suitable, but I... I can’t control myself... I... I’ve fallen for you!
...
And then, scenes flashed before his eyes.
The cautious way she asked if he had a girlfriend...
The way she kissed him that night...


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