On the sofa in the corner, Sophia Bennett held onto Maya Spencer's small hand, pressing her palm against her own forehead.
Then, she nervously asked, "Maya, do I have a fever?"
Maya Spencer listened to Sophia's question, rolled her eyes indifferently, pulled back her hand, and casually said, "You don't have a fever. Christopher Scott did indeed come over to you just now, sat beside you, rubbed your head with his warm big hand, and even ordered you a glass of orange juice."
Sophia didn't need to say anything, Maya had already said everything she wanted to ask.
Christopher's actions surprised her, making her certain that the guy finally saw Sophia's goodness and planned to accept her confession.
Listening to Maya, Sophia widened her eyes, tightly grasping Maya's hands, and seriously asked, "Maya, am I dreaming? How could Christopher's attitude change so dramatically? I'm having a hard time accepting it."
