[Wha-what am I saying!]
Staring blankly at the young priest in front of her, who matched her memory exactly and was smiling and responding under the gaze of the crowd, Yu Chen immediately lowered her head. Her small hands, unsure of where to place themselves, weakly pinched the hem of her skirt, and the blush on her pretty face spread to her ears. It was almost as if steam could come out from the top of her head as a special effect.
[Hmm, I must be absolutely crazy.]
Thanks to his years of mental health issues, Motan was a master at managing expressions and didn't lose composure like Yu Chen, nor did he show any signs of being dazed or absent-minded. However, he was still in a trance, and even when he was smiling and greeting Xia Lian, Tero, and others, it was all done unconsciously.
