"I'm screwed!" Long Jie said to himself.
Despite all his best effort and plausible thought, he knew he had axed his own feet. No, he was one of those idiots who first bought the axe and then deliberately hit his own feet on it. But what else could he do when he was all ready to get hit tonight?
He had become a cliché within seconds. Who had guessed that the man who was like a moon so far, so unapproachable, would be begging another star to borrow its light?
He was the moon and she was his sun. Ugh. Another cliché.
He now understood what Romeo meant when he said, upon seeing Juliet, "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
Well, Long Jie was not seeing her for the first time in life, he watched her every day, every moment, and whenever he was given the chance.
It was ridiculous, wasn't it?