Song Xiangsi stopped for a moment before enunciating every word of her question. "So, do you actually love Qiao Anhao?" After asking, she shook her head. "Oh, that's not right. I meant to ask, just how much do you love Qiao Anhao?"
How much do you love Qiao Anhao... Lu Jinnian's expression instantly calmed down. Through the
windshield, he looked at an enormous old tree outside. His eyes slightly glistened for a moment when he said in a low voice, "A lot. So much so that sometimes I would loathe my old self - the poor, dejected Lu Jinnian who knew full well that he wasn't worthy of her, yet still scraped his wallet to pay for her meals. That Lu Jinnian."
Though Song Xiangsi had clearly asked the question out of curiosity, when she heard his answer, she suddenly didn't know how to respond.
