"If I don't have any romantic feelings for you, no one can control me."
"Little Mo Yingluo, Do you understand now Yingluo?"
……
When Leng yunchen said those words, Leng Xiaomo's face was already covered in tears. She felt that it was unbelievable and could not believe it.
But clearly, all of this, the words he said, were what she had once hoped for.
Her voice was a little hoarse. She raised the back of her hand to wipe her teary eyes and slowly choked up, " brother, how would I know? I've always felt inferior. I've always been chasing after your shadow. I've been so inferior to the point that I don't dare to believe you, even when you say these words now.
Leng yunchen looked at her, who was holding his sleeve tightly like a little girl, sobbing and crying. He could not help but feel pain in his heart.
