The bedroom was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
When Qin Shuang said those words, it felt as though her heart suddenly opened up.
She had harbored a little secret for over three years, thinking she would never speak of it in her lifetime, and then, all of a sudden, it slipped out.
But she was a little afraid to look into He Zhiyao's eyes.
She suddenly understood the feeling of confessing a hidden love, when you've carefully adored someone for so long, their every action inadvertently pulling at your heartstrings, intentionally or not, and you've been fearfully guessing, feeling uneasy until one day, you speak those long-buried words, then fear you won't get a response, or just saying them feels like it takes all the courage you have.
Qin Shuang lowered her gaze, her fingertips involuntarily pressing harder.
He Zhiyao hadn't come back to his senses yet.
He felt as if his world had come to a halt at that moment.
