Sheng Miao's heart skipped a beat, guessing who it was. She tightened the fingers tucked under the blankets and bit her lip as she spoke, "Really, ...?"
There was a moment of silence, and just when Sheng Miao thought he wouldn't answer, the man's indifferent and unemotional voice finally sounded, "No."
Luo Qiangwei's pupils shrank outside the door, and she subconsciously stuffed her fingers into her mouth, her teeth leaving a deep ring of bite marks around the finger.
Joyful laughter rippled in Sheng Miao's eyes, "Then Shiche... do you... love me?"
Mo Shiche looked at her upturned, smiling eyes, which were eerily similar to Luo Qiangwei's, but the laughter was quite different, unfortunately, they weren't the same person. He felt somewhat disoriented as his gaze fixed on her face, "I would love you."
"I love you too," Sheng Miao blushed, shyly lowering her head, "Shiche, I will only ever love you."
...
[I would love you.]
