I like you.
These simple, four light words seemed to weigh more than anything else as they heavily crashed down upon his heart.
His outward appearance remained calm, but inside, a tempestuous storm was raging, violently surging forth, completely breaching his defenses.
All that was left was his heart, softened to water.
When he slowly looked up again, he saw Wen Xian's eyes still slightly red, brimming with deep affection.
He knew long ago whether she was serious or not.
Perhaps it was on that snowy night when she repeatedly called out his name.
Or maybe it was when they were fighting with criminals, and she heard a gunshot and recklessly rushed over.
Or perhaps, even earlier, much earlier.
The two of them looked at each other. Wen Xian thought that after years in the entertainment industry, she could see through anyone's heart, but she just couldn't penetrate the heart of the man in front of her.
