On the day Qin Yishu jumped off the building, Gu Jiayin had firmly said that she didn't love him. He heard it loud and clear, but at this moment he couldn't help but ask again, driven by the instinct of someone deeply in love.
Even knowing the outcome, one can't help but repeatedly ask the other, do you love me?
To his surprise, her answer was different from what he remembered.
She said firmly, "I love you, Sheng Qianchi, truly love you, not lying."
Sheng Qianchi felt like something had suddenly blossomed inside him, colorful, sour, and sweet.
He exerted force with his hand, pulling her closer, suddenly wanting to kiss her.
It's perfect when the person you love also loves you.
But Gu Jiayin dodged him, "But Sheng Qianchi, I really don't have many expectations for love, nor am I very steadfast. I don't know when I started loving you, but it's really not enough. I won't give up everything I have now for you—my parents, my family ties."
