Chu Jiatao stared dumbly at Chen Shiyu. A strange warm current flowed from Chen Shiyu's finger to her cheek. She felt that her face was burning hot.
The boy in front of her had both a sense of strangeness and familiarity to her, which made her somewhat reject him but want to get close to him. This feeling was vaguely buried in the bottom of her heart in Chu Jiatao's childhood, as if it had continued from the distant past to the present.
"When you said 'thank you', the corners of your mouth were like this..." Chen Shiyu's lips curled into a smile. "But when you said 'sorry', the corners of your mouth were like this..." Chen Shiyu's mouth twitched again, and his expression was slightly exaggerated. "Also, when you said 'thank you', your head was raised, but when you said 'sorry', you were
