"Maybe."
"What do you mean maybe... forget it, what Miss said makes sense." Xu Chang'an thought the process of him falling for Yun Qian was truly wonderful, yet now it has all become past tense.
"If I had the chance again, I would certainly fall for Miss once more," Xu Chang'an sighed.
"I know that, but..." Yun Qian questioned Xu Chang'an in a tone reminiscent of contemplating life: "Is that considered a love confession?"
To call it a love confession seems a bit odd; she could distinguish between the tone of a love confession and a reflection on her.
"It's not a love confession, it's the truth." Xu Chang'an circled behind Yun Qian, lifted her hair once again, and said, "The topic strayed; what I meant earlier was that Miss ought to have been perfect, but I dragged her down from the heavens."
Such an ordinary mortal like him had become Yun Qian's husband, naturally turning the originally perfect girl imperfect.
