Hearing her words, Fan Shenyuan suddenly felt a rush of warmth in his chest. He had been good to her for so long, for so long—he had almost given up hope, ready to treat her like a sister instead. But now, her sudden words made him feel like everything he had done hadn't been in vain after all.
"Jiajing—" He took a deep breath, "I'm very happy."
Four words expressed it all. Lin Jiajing nodded: "If Brother Fan is happy, then I'm happy too. In the future, I hope we can always continue to care for each other. Because my life was saved by Brother Fan, and even if Brother Fan hadn't saved me, Brother Fan is such a good person, I have no reason not to like Brother Fan."
Fan Shenyuan listened intently, afraid to miss even a single word she said.
After saying so much, Lin Jiajing began to feel a little awkward herself and added, "Brother Fan, I'm not very good with words. People often say I'm aloof, and my words sometimes offend others. I hope you won't mind."
