The air seemed to freeze.
Han Wenwen almost suspected she had misheard and asked again, "Qingqing... what did you say?"
Xiao Heqing had only mustered that immense courage for a split second; if asked to say it a second time, she wouldn't be able to get the words out.
Her face flushed bright red. She stammered and hesitated, unable to utter another word. It wasn't until she sat back down on the bed and wrapped herself tightly in her quilt—bundled up like a snug little cocoon with only her cute head poking out—that she finally dared to speak.
"I said... I plan to confess my feelings to Lin Zhengran this winter... I want to be with him..."
Han Wenwen blinked at her, leaning close, and asked curiously, "I still didn't catch that. Say it again."
