"Lu Zhiyuan, I like you!" Gu Ci took the microphone, her smile dazzling, her voice echoing like a proclamation that spread to every corner of the beach.
In the distance, the waves rolled gently, as if responding.
She forgot all her worries, forgot about Lu Zhiyuan's dual personality. She only remembered the regret of her past life when Lu Zhiyuan never said he liked her.
But what about her?
Even until Lu Zhiyuan's death, she never said "I like you" once.
She looked at Lu Zhiyuan, tears in her eyes, a mix of happiness and joy. It turns out that confessing boldly to someone is such a blissful thing.
After Lu Zhiyuan's death, Gu Ci regretted it countless times. Why was she always trapped in self-doubt and pain, unable to muster the courage to say "I like you"?
In this lifetime, she finally achieved her wish without any regrets.
"Gu Ci likes Lu Zhiyuan!"
