Qin Shuang had never expected to hear those three words from He Zhiyao's mouth.
"I love you."
The simplest yet hardest three words to say.
It's easy because we can casually express these words to anyone, whether we know them or not, whether they are close or distant — it rolls off the tongue easily.
But what makes it difficult is that, for the person we truly love deeply, those words are always the hardest to utter.
Because along with deep love, it carries another meaning — a promise.
A promise from one person to another.
A promise to each other.
Qin Shuang had felt the uniqueness of He Zhiyao's affection for her, had felt his devotion and love, but she had never heard him utter a single word of "like" or "love".
She used to think it was because the feelings weren't strong enough, the love not deep enough.
Only later did she understand that it was a promise he couldn't afford to give.
Fearful that today's promise would not see tomorrow.
So he dared not say it.
