Han Muxue's energy drained away in an instant, but a smile crept up the corners of her mouth.
Cai Yuncui stared at the two in shock, while Xia Qingrou stumbled backward two steps, nearly falling.
"When, when did you two get together?" Xia Qingrou's voice trembled.
"I didn't mean anything else, just wanted to tell you."
Han Muxue, holding Shen Mochen's hand, raised it high as if hoisting a trophy of glory.
"Won't you congratulate us?"
Han Muxue added, not looking at anyone, deliberately avoiding everyone's gaze.
"Cong, congratulations..." Cai Yuncui mechanically responded, her eyes dazed.
Shen Mochen was familiar with that expression—the look of a brain overloaded and giving up on thinking.
"This is so sudden, really catching one off guard." Liu Chaoyan said with a light laugh, his smile faint.
"I just wanted to say, we... are going back to our room now."
Han Muxue bowed her head deeply, holding Shen Mochen's hand, and left without looking back.
