The night was deep, yet Lin Xia hadn't fallen asleep.
Whenever she thought about Lu Zheng sleeping in the Western House just across a living room, she simply couldn't find sleep.
She wondered if he felt the same.
Reflecting on everything that happened during the day, she still found it unbelievable.
She felt it was surreal, yet it had truly happened.
The words he said by the riverside seemed to still echo in her ears, every single one.
Lin Xia covered half her face, thankful that Lin Qiu was already fast asleep, snoring softly, unaware of her blushing cheeks.
How could she possibly not be moved by Lu Zheng? But liking someone didn't mean she had to possess them.
His looks and qualifications were too good; he deserved someone better, someone more suited for him.
Yet, seeing his persistence, she felt somewhat sorry for him.
Perhaps it was better this way, to start off as friends.
Who knew what the future held? They would take it one step at a time.
