Zhuo Yihan had a headache; a woman like Camille was simply not someone you could reason with.
She only cared about what she believed in, and didn't care how others felt.
She wouldn't realize at all that saying something like that would make others feel awkward. How could this girl be so carefree?
"You don't have to say anything, anyway, everyone knows this. I just like you, unless I stop liking you myself, no one can persuade me otherwise." Camille suddenly stood up and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Being rejected again and again, she actually felt a bit sad, but she was naturally optimistic, and even so, she wouldn't give up.
"..." Zhuo Yihan sighed and said nothing more.
"Alright, I just came to give you a gift today. Xiaoli, I'll come to see you in a few days. I'm leaving for now." Camille thought it would be best not to disturb them too much since they had just had a wedding.
