What she didn't realize was that while she pondered her response, Ji Liangchuan's gaze never left her. His eyes had shifted, from the initial all-in gamble to a hidden hope, and now to a sadness that had settled like dust.
Finally, a radiant smile appeared on Ji Liangchuan's face. He spoke before Fu Han could reply, "Alright, Fu Han, there's no need for you to feel troubled. Today, I'm just telling you that I like you. I only hope that from today on, whenever you see me, you see me as Ji Liangchuan, not just as He Xing's friend."
"I..." Fu Han began to speak with difficulty. She understood that everyone wanted to be seen as a distinct person, not just a label associated with someone else. But if she were to search her soul, the fact was that she indeed saw Ji Liangchuan as nothing more than He Xing's friend.
