Damn it!
Tan Qing walked to the backyard, his fair and handsome face now dark with anger, as he viciously grabbed a handful of his hair and cursed under his breath.
"I like you..."
In that soft, gentle voice of Tong Xi, it felt like a heavy hammer pounding his heart again and again, each blow a painful torment. He angrily clenched his fist and punched a tree beside him, his fist immediately swelling, yet he looked at it calmly, feeling no pain at all.
These days, he had always been aware of the subtle feelings towards Tong Xi, but he was unwilling to think much about it. Until just now, when she spoke into the microphone about liking someone else, he felt as if he had been struck over the head, suddenly realizing more clearly what that peculiar feeling was.
He liked Tong Xi.
