"Changtian, Changtian." She hugged the thick black hair at the back of his head, whispering softly, "Do you like me?" Since when had this tiny seed of affection buried itself in her heart, and then grown into the towering tree it was today? She had no idea.
Did he like her? She was asking if he liked her. Changtian abruptly opened his eyes wide; this question flashed through his mind and instantly pulled him back to reality.
Not yet, it's not time!
Changtian concentrated his mind and leaned in to whisper softly by her ear: "Yes."
Ning Xiaoxian suddenly widened her eyes, looking into his scintillating golden eyes. She clearly heard the answer; Changtian said he liked her.
Tears quickly filled her eyes.
He gently wiped away her tears, his voice hoarse as he coaxed, "Darling, don't cry." Consoling a girl was not his expertise, but he felt it necessary to do so, and then surprisingly found that it made her cry even more vigorously.
