"You knew and still went along with me?"
"I didn't know at the time, I'm just realizing it now." An'an supported him to sit in the pavilion, and a servant brought over hot tea. "You're really strange."
Su Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at her puzzled: "How am I strange?"
"Obviously you like me, but you never said it. You waited for me to come to you. Isn't that strange? And... we've been together for several months now. You've never said you like me, and you rarely talk to me. Is that how someone who likes another acts?"
Su Yan put down the teacup, looking into the distance with a melancholic gaze, lowering his eyebrows, he chuckled self-deprecatingly and said: "I don't know how to love someone, nor am I good at sweet-talking to make you happy. I thought that as long as I gave you everything I could, it would count as love."
An'an looked at him: "You said you wouldn't sweet-talk!"
"Does this count?"
