Hearing this, Lu Jianshen instantly froze, standing there like a stone sculpture.
What had he just heard?
Did she say she liked him?
So, the person she liked was actually himself?
But, how could that be possible?
If he hadn't heard it himself, he would never have believed it.
"Xixi..." Lu Jianshen bowed his head, tenderly, excitedly calling her name.
At that moment, his heart felt as if it would leap out of his chest, his excitement indescribable with words.
"I didn't hear wrong? You really like me?" he gently stroked the tears rolling down Nan Xi's face, asking with great patience.
Nan Xi looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, gazing gently at him, the tears rolling down like beads even before she could speak.
"Don't cry."
"Xixi, don't cry."
Seeing her cry hurt Lu Jianshen deeply; he reached out to cradle Nan Xi, pulling her close to himself, bowing his head to kiss the tears from her cheeks.
One, two...
As the tears fell, he kissed them away gently.
