I like him.
I like him.
These four straightforward words.
They ruthlessly shattered Zhou Qiyue's heart, a heart he had carefully guarded and filled with hope. Zhou Qiyue remained motionless, his inscrutable gaze fixed on Jiang Ruan through his sunglasses.
There was a faint hint of red in his eyes.
"Jiang Ruan, you knew, didn't you?"
For all these years, he had clung to this belief, fighting his way to the very top, the most dazzling heights, so that no matter where she was, she could see him.
He wanted to seep into her life in every possible way.
To let her see how brightly he was shining for her.
He wanted to tell her, he liked her.
Jiang Ruan wrapped her coat a little tighter around her. Her peach blossom eyes were undisturbed, filled with indifference and resolution.
"I believe, I have given you the most definite answer."
