Within these simple seven words, a woman's delicate infatuation and a heart full of love were encompassed. Even Jing Haohao, standing outside the door, felt a gentle trembling in her heart.
Her footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and she dared not advance further.
The entire corridor and restroom were incredibly quiet, with no one around. The faint sound of pleasant music from a distant banquet could be heard, yet it couldn't compare to the enthralling sound of Qian Hua's voice inside the restroom.
"Liang Chen... I really like you. Do you like me?"
Jing Haohao suddenly held her breath. Her hand unconsciously clenched into a fist. She realized that at this moment, it seemed like she, not Qian Hua, was the one confessing her feelings.
She was nervous, her legs almost giving out beneath her.
She wanted to hear Liang Chen's response, but she was afraid to hear his answer.
