Lin Qingqian came back to her senses and turned to look at him. Her curled eyelashes trembled as she said softly, "This Spring Festival has really made me feel something."
"Huh?" Jiang Yanshen raised his eyebrows and waited patiently for her to continue.
"The fact that I really feel that you love me." The corners of her mouth curled up, and her eyes were filled with smiles.
Even if Jiang Yanshen treated her very well and she couldn't find any flaws, for some reason, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and unreal.
However, this Spring Festival, he ignored the earthquake and the virus infection and abandoned everything to come to her side. The uneasy and unreal feeling in his heart completely disappeared.
Jiang Yanshen's thick eyelashes lowered for a second. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Yes, I love you, my Madam Jiang."
Madam Jiang, I love you very much. Because I love you too much, I'm selfish. I'm sorry.
