Someone whispered, "Tsk, it's better to sit next to her."
"Sure enough, you're reliable, Sister Ran ."
"If she hadn't gotten married, would she be sitting next to Shi Ye now?"
Whispers filled with sourness and sarcasm came one after another.
Anna Collins's expression remained unchanged. She just gently pulled the hem of her skirt and sat down, her posture upright and proper, as if she hadn't heard anything.
But her fingers curled imperceptibly on her knees.
After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually became more lively.
"Come on, come on, tell us some funny stories from back then!" a boy said, "Who had a crush on whom? Tell us!"
Laughter and cheering mixed together.
A girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she picked up her phone and said, "Don't tell me, I still have the records of the class group from that year! Do you want to see them?"
As soon as the words fell, someone immediately echoed: "Hurry up! Let's see whose little tricks were caught!"
The girl slid her fingertips, and suddenly she said "Huh?", and the corners of her lips curled up: "This one is amazing, 'I've liked someone for many years, will there be any result?'"
Anna Collins meaningfully .
The room suddenly became quiet.
Several burning gazes fell on Anna Collins .
Someone chuckled quietly: "Hey, isn't this Sister Ran ? She was all over the place back then."
"She's always on the basketball court, and you still say she's not her."
Anna Collins picked up the wine glass, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if what he heard were not words he had written.
But at that moment, her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and her breathing became a little tight.
She remembered those words.
On a summer night when she was nineteen, in the dim dormitory, she snuggled up in her quilt and secretly sent the message.
At that time, her heart was filled with passionate, restrained and indescribable love.
But now, it is being exposed in front of everyone like a joke.
"Wait, there's more to it."
The girl seemed to think it wasn't lively enough and continued reading:
"'He probably won't like me, but I still can't bear to give up. Because what I like is the way he runs on the court, his unintentional gesture when he blocks the ball for me, and his sincere and gentle manner when he politely refuses others...'"
In an instant, the laughter stopped abruptly.
The girls looked at each other, and the boys stopped making noises.
Because these words are too sincere and too naked.
It doesn't seem like a farce, but more like a sincere confession.
The air was still for a few seconds, and everyone's eyes fell on Anna Collins again .
Ethan Grant 's hand suddenly tightened.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at her.
She looked calm and quiet, as if she had nothing to do with all this.
But his heart suddenly shook.
It turned out that she really had...liked him.
It wasn't "clinging" as others speculated, nor was it "speculation" as the outside world said.
It is such a restrained, yet passionate and sincere secret love.
His breathing quickened slightly, and the wedding appeared in the depths of his mind.
Amidst everyone's strange looks, she walked up to him without hesitation.
At that time he was always wondering, why?
Now, everything has an answer.
An inexplicable sourness and panic surged in his chest. He even had the urge to ask her in public: "Is it true? You have liked me for so long?"
However, before he could finish his words, his cell phone vibrated, interrupting him.
Two words flashed on the screen: Clara .
His fingertips trembled and he picked up the phone.
A crying voice came from the other end: "Shi Ye, I'm downstairs in the club, and I'm blocked by a few thugs..."
The voice was trembling and helpless.
Ethan Grant's face darkened instantly. He pushed his chair away, stood up suddenly, and rushed out of the box.
