"She said she wanted to be friends with him; did that mean she had changed her opinion of him significantly?"
When Ling Momo first spoke those words, her heart had been in her throat; but now, hearing Li Qingshen nod in agreement, her heart settled back into place. The pain of losing her great-grandfather seemed to dissipate a lot with his single nod. She curved her lips into a clever smile that, under the moonlight, appeared exceptionally pure. Like a child, she extended her hand toward Li Qingshen, tilting her head with a clear, vivacious tone, "Let's shake hands for the great friendship that is about to begin!"
Li Qingshen looked at the small, fair hand extended in front of him; his gaze grew softer and warmer. He slightly lowered his eyelids before slowly reaching out his own hand and clasping it with hers.
