Shi Lan watched the scrolling photos projected on the screen and fell silent for a while before saying, "I remember this projection, 60 times a day, each time for 10 seconds, quoting four hundred thousand."
Yan Shixiu pressed her shoulders, letting her lean on him, and answered, "That's right."
"Yan, spending this money won't please me." Iron Straight Lan said earnestly, "I don't care about others' liking."
Yan Shixiu wrapped his arms around her, leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear, "I'm doing this not for others to like you, nor for you to accept others' liking, but just to show you... my liking for you."
"You don't care about others, and neither do I, but I don't want to be just another person in your eyes, I want you to care about my liking."
Yan Shixiu's words were extremely deep, like a night breeze that was comforting and intoxicating.
"You really have to split a rock open to find a heart," Shi Lan replied somewhat taken aback.
"Just think of me as foolish."
