Meeting the man's unusually grave visage, Gu Danyu's expression shifted slightly, and she couldn't help but become serious, "What is it?"
"The, the little boy in the cave back then was actually......." Lu Yancheng lowered his eyes, his voice husky, "It was me."
He feared seeing the girl's eyes show dislike.
But more than that, he didn't want the person before him to suffer the slightest harm.
Gu Danyu was stunned for a few seconds, catching the unease in the man's eyes, and felt a softness in her heart.
"Does it matter who it was?"
The clear, cool voice of the woman flowed slowly, as Lu Yancheng pursed his lips, concealing the flicker of bitterness that passed through the depths of his gaze.
The next second.
"Do you like me?"
The familiar question was raised again.
Lu Yancheng lifted his eyes, his face earnest, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, always have."
Nothing was more definite than his fondness for her.
