The young man's sudden passionate confession made Chi Jiao's heart pound.
She seemed to have heard the sound of fireworks going off in her mind, warming her soul.
"Me too," Chi Jiao whispered.
"You too, what?" Quan Jue asked.
Quan Jue hadn't expected Chi Jiao to say those words to him.
After all, his little girl's skin was so thin that she would blush easily.
What Quan Jue didn't expect was that Chi Jiao would look him in the eye and slowly say the words he had been waiting for.
"I love Quan Jue, too. Exactly like how Quan Jue loves me, I love Quan Jue." The deep love in the girl's voice was like a vast ocean.
It was like a burning star that fell into Quan Jue's heart.
He couldn't help smiling. Hugging the person in his arms tightly, he wanted to merge her into his bones.
Little did they know.
These words were exactly what Chi Jiao had said to him in her past life when her soul was on the verge of dying.
