Lu jueming really enjoyed the feeling of walking with the person beside him. She was like the sweet osmanthus fragrance that was blown by the breeze, refreshing and reaching the bottom of his heart, unable to be erased.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at her when he heard her words.
A misunderstanding? He was before, but he would not be in the future.
Lin Yi noticed that Lu jueming had stopped, so she stopped as well. She turned back to look at him, and her eyes met his deep eyes.
She was not a child. Even if she had never been in love, she understood the meaning in his eyes at this moment.
"I don't think we can let Auntie continue to misunderstand," she said again.
"What if this isn't a misunderstanding?" Lu jueming looked at Lin Yi and said,"what if I say that I actually like you?"
Lin Yi's eyes widened in disbelief. He actually said it out loud.
In Lu jueming's eyes, this meant that she did not expect him to like her.
