Xu Qinghuan smiled and looked at him, tilting her head with some playfulness, her gaze like autumn waters, "I'm saying, if you happen to have feelings for me too, we can be together!"
With a thud, he knelt on one knee before Xu Qinghuan, clasping her wrists, trapping them against his chest, breathing the same air as her, "I like you, I'm willing to be with you!"
He was so humble, thinking he could only gaze up at her like a star in the sky, never considering the possibility of holding this star in his hands.
But at this moment, he held Xu Qinghuan's hand, warm and soft, delicate as cream, so tender and so real.
It was undeniable, when Jiang Xingye said "I like you," Xu Qinghuan's heart raced wildly, a bit out of control. Although she had long noticed his feelings for her, hearing him say it was so joyful, her heart filled with delight.
There's no girl who doesn't like hearing sweet words, but it also depends on who says them.
