Taking the pillow and raising her feet, Leng Zirui lifted his hand to cover her with a thin quilt. Noticing the necklace exposed at her neckline, he bent down and carefully picked up the bullet shell, gently rotating it.
On the bullet shell, a small line of handwriting immediately appeared before his eyes.
At the front was a slightly larger number, with the Arabic number 10 written above two horizontal lines, like a score.
Behind it, in slightly smaller font, it read, "Leng Zirui, May 21, 201X."
That night, he gave her a perfect score of ten, which was a full score at the film festival.
Compared to the trophy she received, this small bullet shell held absolutely extraordinary significance for her, because it was undoubtedly a higher evaluation than any award.
Looking at that line of small writing, Leng Zirui's body stiffened.
