Zhu Yulan took a deep breath, one hand feeling her own rapidly beating heart, and the other feeling Musen's heartbeat.
She slightly lifted her head, increasing the distance between them, but her gaze was fiercer than ever before.
She slowly exhaled, on the December night under the streetlight, her breath visible in the cold air.
Or rather, her entire being seemed to be emitting steam, her fair skin flushed under the streetlight.
"Musen, I, Zhu Yulan, like you. Not as a friend, not on a whim, but a liking I have confirmed over and over for a whole year. It's my feeling, Zhu Yulan's, for you."
This was Zhu Yulan's second confession today.
And it was a true confession.
Musen felt her hand on his chest trembling slightly, a testament to the courage she was summoning at that moment.
The two of them gazed silently at each other, in the quiet cemetery, it seemed they could hear each other's heartbeats.
"Thank you."
