She might have understood a little, his feelings for her, hard to express and obscure.
Mi Yao reached out to touch her face and found her fingertips scorching, only to realize they were scalding tears rolling down like broken beads.
The driver in front saw her crying like this and, concerned, asked, "Young lady, what's the matter? If there's a problem, you can find a solution, don't do anything rash…"
Mi Yao hastily wiped her tears, but as soon as she dried them another layer quickly flowed down, she cried like a fool, "It's okay, I'm just... just happy…"
The driver was stunned; this girl expressed happiness in such a unique way, not with laughter, but with tears...
...
The next day, Mi Yao, Li Qianrui, Feng An'an, and several other students participating in the design competition all checked into the Yundian Hotel, and the hotel manager led them to the 18th floor.
