"Do you like me?" Freya's sad voice rang beside Leo's ear.
Hugging a beautiful person, suddenly hearing this question, Leo didn't know how he should respond for a time. Although it can be said that Freya had never hidden her feelings towards Leo, there had still always been a layer of window paper separating them. Even when Russell occasionally pointed it out, the two still had a tacit understanding of not bringing it up.
But the accident just now had broken Freya's mental defenses. By twists and turns of fate, she actually directly asked; however, she didn't regret it. She had long since wanted to ask this question. In the spur of the moment, she had asked it. There was a considerable feeling of relief, however, and then her heart once again began to tighten. She was afraid of receiving a disappointing answer.
