Tianheng had meticulously designed the atmosphere for his confession, but it completely fell apart with the phrase "selling candles."
People had been eagerly awaiting his declaration of those crucial three words, but now everyone was laughing.
Laughter filled the classroom from all directions.
The student hosts of the sophomore class, Chai Yichen and Yan Chuchen, were at a loss; after all, they were just students, not seasoned social navigators, and were incapable of salvaging the situation.
"Hahaha."
"So funny!"
Those laughs, like countless slaps, resounded harshly across Tianheng's face.
At such a critical moment, he had messed up.
Tianheng had always lived a comfortable life with few grievances, which left him with less resilience than his peers.
The frustration of having his love token stolen erupted with his elegant confession evaporating; he turned sullen:
"Who did it, who was it?"
No one admitted it.
