When you dislike someone, you can fake it. When you hate someone, you can also fake it. But when you truly like someone, it cannot be faked.
Chaoge had given him her life-saving golden feathers time and time again. She had helped him in secret over and over. She had smiled, cried, and blushed for him countless times.
Jiang Fan was no longer the emotionally dense and taciturn boy he once was. How could he fail to sense the tender affection hidden in her subtle gestures and quiet actions? He simply couldn't respond to it.
In his heart, Chaoge would always be that beautiful, kind, and innocent girl who studied medicine to save lives—as pure as an angel. To harbor romantic feelings for her felt like a desecration of that purity. However, he hadn't expected that playfully feigning amnesia this time would give Chaoge the chance to confess her feelings, leaving him with no way to avoid it.
Tears gradually welled up in Chaoge's eyes. "Senior, do I... do I like my Martial Uncle too?"
