Rong Shaoze was stunned, his eyes suddenly darkened, "Don't you like me?"
He looked very desolate, like a pitiful child who had been abandoned, stirring up feelings of pity in one's heart.
Lin Xinlan stopped joking, sighed, and caressed his face, countering with, "What about you? How do you feel about me?"
Even though he had spoken of love, he had never formally confessed to her.
She also wanted to hear what was in his heart...
The man grabbed her hand, his dark eyes gazing at her, unable to penetrate her thoughts.
"If I seriously tell you my feelings, will you seriously tell me yours? I don't want anything half-hearted, no ambiguous answers, I want to hear what's in your heart."
Both were afraid of getting hurt, neither daring to easily confess their love...
Lin Xinlan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
If they really loved each other, she too hoped that they could understand each other's feelings without suspicion, insecurity, or misunderstanding.
