Looking up at him, Luo Xiaoqian took a deep breath and mustered her courage to speak, "Leng Zimo, I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me these past days. I know I'm not good enough, I'm too ordinary and too plain, and even now I don't understand why you would fall for someone like me. I don't know how far forever is, and I'm even more uncertain if we could really make it to the end... But this time, I don't want to miss out on you, Zimo, I want to have a proper romance with you!"
Even if the path ahead was tough, as long as he was holding her hand, she would continue to walk with him without looking back.
Because she didn't want to miss him.
Such a man, such love, she shouldn't take for granted.
She was so serious that from the first word she spoke, Leng Zimo began to feel anxious.
By the time she had finished speaking, his expression had grown even more intense.
Lifting his arms, his hands firmly grasped her shoulders.
"Repeat it, the last sentence!"
