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Chapter 1
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When I started my freshman year, my dream guy confessed to me.
Liam publicly handed me a bouquet of roses in front of the entire class, making a grand gesture of love.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I burst into tears and grabbed the microphone, responding incoherently:
"Liam, I like you too. I've liked you since the first time I saw you in high school..."
He smirked and said disdainfully:
"It was just a game of truth or dare, sorry!"
I became the laughingstock of the school.
After that, I focused entirely on my future and put Liam out of my mind.
Success and applause followed.
But then, he cornered me against a wall, looking sorrowful, and begged me to give him another chance.
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In the fourth year of my secret crush on Liam, he confessed to me.
The moment I walked into the classroom, the lights went out.
Candles arranged in a heart shape lit up the floor.
In the candlelight, Liam knelt on one knee, holding a bouquet of red roses, his expression solemn and serious:
"Sharon, will you be my girlfriend?"
Although the setup and flowers were quite tacky and not to my taste, it was Liam!
The Liam I had secretly loved throughout high school, the one I worked hard to get into the same university with!
My hands trembled as I took the flowers.
"I will!"
My youthful crush had a perfect ending.
I felt truly blessed.
I cried uncontrollably, grabbing the microphone to tell him, to tell everyone:
"Liam, I like you too. I've had a crush on you all through high school..."
Amidst the cheers, I expressed my hidden love to the fullest.
The classmates, hearing this, thought it was a perfect campus romance.
The noise grew louder and louder.
"Kiss, kiss!"
I nervously clenched my hands.
I closed my eyes, waiting for his kiss that never came.
My heart was already racing.
I opened my eyes, confused to see his face so close yet not moving closer.
The next second, he abruptly stepped back, putting distance between us, and casually apologized:
"Sorry, Sharon, it was just a game of truth or dare."
Then he raised his eyebrows in Milly's direction:
"I won, a bet's a bet, you owe me a meal."
The atmosphere in the class instantly froze.
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