"I don't know how you feel about me, but I can clearly tell you how I feel about you."
Sun Xiaoting stared intently at Yang Chen, pressing him step by step until he was cornered against the bed.
"Yang Chen, from the first moment I went to the orphanage, I noticed you. I am grateful to you, thankful for your existence, because you—your appearance, your presence—make me feel warmth. I can say that your existence kept my childhood from becoming so dark." Sun Xiaoting seriously gazed at Yang Chen, tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes.
Yang Chen frowned and said, "Sometimes feelings aren't as you imagine. What you feel about me might just be a form of dependence."
Sun Xiaoting shook her head, "Don't talk, just listen to me!"
Yang Chen felt a helplessness.
