Barbara stared blankly at him, absolutely stunned.
She glanced at the people around them—there were men and women alike.
She fixed her gaze on Iverson, still in shock: "You—you're not afraid of women anymore?"
Iverson nodded, his eyes lowered as he replied calmly: "I used to be afraid of women. I never had the desire to solve that problem. I figured I could live alone just fine, and there was no need to change anything."
Barbara's heart was racing wildly: "And now?"
Iverson smiled: "Now, I'm better. Barbara, I changed for you."
Barbara...
It was the first time he called her by her name.
During his art exhibition, he had orchestrated a confession scene.
Barbara's eyes welled up with tears: "How could you overcome it because of me? You've liked other people before!"
Iverson let out a sigh, "That was when I was seven. Do you really want to hold me accountable for something from that long ago?"
Barbara froze: "Huh?"
