"Peng Yuqiu, do you like me?"
This kind of persistence carries the stubbornness characteristic of Liang Zhiqiong.
She thought Peng Yuqiu was just spouting nonsense in his delirium, didn't want to give herself any more pointless illusions, so she asked again in this serious manner.
Even though the time and place were inappropriate.
But that was just like her.
No matter the occasion, no matter the time, no matter whether it's reasonable, she is inherently willful.
Even at this moment, she sought an answer.
Or perhaps, in her eyes, it was precisely because of this moment that she earnestly wanted his answer.
Peng Yuqiu paused, looked down at her stubborn gaze, and then softly said, "Yes, I do."
The second time, still the same answer.
If the first time was just him slipping up, then the second time... Liang Zhiqiong felt her heart suddenly rise.
She then stared firmly at Peng Yuqiu, slowly exhaled a breath, and incredulously continued to ask, "Peng Yuqiu, are you really okay?"
