The sun set, and the orange-red sky spread across the world.
Lin Huai Shu stood with his back to the sunset, a thin layer of warm red dyeing his figure.
Qiao Lech watched him, her pupils dilated little by little, and she visibly froze.
Lin Huai Shu, seeing her reaction and fearing she hadn't heard clearly, repeated, "Lech, I like you."
He spoke earnestly and nervously.
He focused intently on Qiao Lech's face, watching her reaction.
He had thought about saying these words for a long time.
He always wanted to find the right moment to tell her.
But what was a suitable timing, he wasn't sure.
Today, Qiao Lech was upset at the Lin Family.
He had been thinking for a while.
He didn't know if today was the right time, but if he didn't say it today, he feared Qiao Lech would overthink indefinitely.
She would get stuck in a loop.
She would push him away.
Qiao Lech's eyes were wide, staring stiffly at him, still without much other response.
