Brother? I love you—?
The final few words, Xia Weiyi's voice, was like a faint mist, drifting past Ye Che's ears, but it heavily struck his heart.
He stood there, stunned, and reached out to turn Xia Weiyi's shoulders towards him. His expression was one of startled joy, with a hint of hopeful uncertainty.
"Yiyi, what did you just say? Can you please say it again?"
Xia Weiyi looked at Ye Che. This man in front of her could become disheartened by a single sentence from her, and equally, be overjoyed by one of his own.
Like a lamp in her heart that would brighten because of her or become dim.
Xia Weiyi couldn't describe the mix of emotions spreading through her heart right now: happiness, contentment, a sense of security, and a slight bitterness.
She sniffed, articulating each word clearly and unmistakably: "Ye Che, I love you... I said, I've fallen in love with you!"
No hesitation, no coyness, just natural and honest.
I love you? And it even has a subject... Is it Ye Che?
