"Meiji, don't worry," Dubian Che resolved.
The same promise had made to different people before, he would never break his word.
Jiutiao Meiji extended her right hand, her index finger pointing at Dubian Che's forehead:
"From today on, love me truly."
"From today on, love you truly."
Jiutiao Meiji's finger slid from his forehead down the bridge of his nose and all the way to his lips.
"Remember what you told me today." Her finger pressed against Dubian Che's lips.
Her slender and fair finger continued downward, gliding off Dubian Che's chin, and as it did, Jiutiao Meiji's long hair fluttered as she turned to face Kiyono Lin.
"Kiyono Lin, you once said that your rival was not me, but Dubian Che's sense of responsibility. So, what about now? From now on, it's more than just a sense of responsibility."
Before the gloomy-faced Kiyono Lin could speak, the most authentic emotion hidden deepest in Jiutiao Meiji's heart made her say the following sentence:
"I won."
