"We've only known each other for three days and you're already saying that you like me." Lin Yi smiled.
"Isn't this kind of love too cheap?"
In Lin Yi's memory, whether it was Ji Qingyan, Liang Ruoxu, Li Chuhan, or Wang Ying, none of them had ever said such a thing.
I like you.
I love you.
This was the most direct way to express one's feelings for someone.
However, at times, it was also the most meaningless expression.
Actions often had more power than words.
Shoko Nakajima suddenly sat up like a frightened deer and quickly said,
"Mr. Lin, I'm not lying to you. I'm telling the truth. I, I really like you…"
With that, Shoko Nakajima lowered her head. "But I know that it's impossible for you to like me. I'm not worthy of you."
Lin Yi didn't say anything and just looked at the water in the river.
