Seeing the word "love" formed on the desert, Ouyang Feiting felt as if struck by lightning, suddenly dizzy.
This happiness came too suddenly, what was supposed to be a life-and-death battle, how did it suddenly turn into a love declaration?
And ever since she met Wang Yan, he had always been somewhat clueless, not understanding the matters of love between men and women, but today, he romantically arranged the Fire-Eating Ants to form the word "love"?
Is this Wang Yan's way of declaring love?
Or does it mean something else?
Ouyang Feiting dared not think further, fearing that she had misunderstood and that Wang Yan was merely arranging the word at random.
She was afraid that such disappointment would break her heart.
Yet, she would rather believe that Wang Yan was confessing to her, even if it were a lie, she would willingly believe it.
In this state of uncertainty, Ouyang Feiting lifted her head and looked at Wang Yan.
With this glance, she saw Wang Yan looking down at her.
