"I just feel, I really like you."
The words that once got stuck in my throat now came out naturally.
Perhaps influenced by that girl's straightforward and candid expression, before Wen Qiao even realized what was happening, she said the words Fu Jinghen had been longing to hear.
The charm of language is not to be underestimated, especially when it comes from the mouth of a loved one—even offensive words can feel endearing.
Without any particular context, even when said in the most ordinary or playful manner, the phrase "I like you" still carries significant weight.
Because after she said those words, Wen Qiao clearly saw Fu Jinghen's eyes darken and deepen in an instant—as if they had become a bottomless vortex, unwittingly drawing people into their depths.
Wen Qiao, as if bewitched, cradled his face in her hands, lifted her chin, and gently kissed his eyes.
