The light in the hallway was dim, and Gu Qian's face was full of shyness and embarrassment. Her heart raced like a startled deer, "I..."
"I like you," his gentle voice softly interrupted her.
Gu Qian jerked her head up to look at him and inadvertently collided with his affectionate gaze. Her eyes dropped again in embarrassment, and seeing their hands clasped together, she asked, "When, when did you start liking me?"
Shen Changqing feigned contemplation. "The first time I saw you at the program group, I was attracted by your calm demeanor, and then my gaze involuntarily searched for you in the crowd. Seeing you made me happy; not seeing you made me feel lost."
"I feel the same." Gu Qian had felt this too. When recording the program, the sensation that his gaze was on her would elate her for a long time.
The smile at the corners of Shen Changqing's lips grew even more charming, and he suddenly felt a sense of grounded reassurance as if the dust had settled in his heart.
