For this, he was willing to respect her pure innocence, cherish her timidity, and forgive her for her concealment and deceit...
Perhaps even Fisher himself didn't know why this feeling, almost like infinite favoritism, only blossomed for the lady in front of him, who was exceptionally in tune with him. Why, even someone like him who was so decisive in matters of love before, would now be so hesitant?
Maybe he had already found the answer, but had never been willing to voice it, until now, separated for a long time, he wanted to shout it out loud to her...
But his courage to express it was still insufficient. Fisher tightened his grip on Renie's hand, and after a long pause, he only softly uttered a simple phrase he had never told anyone, he said,
"I really like you, Renie."
