"I want you!"
The cool and slightly enchanting voice echoed throughout the small courtyard as petals danced in the sky like a bewitching scene.
A few petals drifted down and landed in front of Leslie.
It was a beautiful sight, yet it couldn't sway her gaze in the slightest.
Perhaps, at that moment, nothing in the world could make her look away.
She was intently watching Owen!
She believed she was showing her greatest sincerity!
Owen looked at Leslie, those three simple words echoing in his ears, making his heart tremble!
His mind was a blur, like a muddle of confusion, unable to think clearly.
Owen's heart was in utter chaos. He rubbed his brow and spoke with exasperation, "What... what do you mean by this?"
This was the first time he, a grown man, had been so openly confessed to by a girl...
No, this shouldn't even be called a confession! "I like you," that's a confession.
