I like you, Gu Ningyi. I used to like you very, very much.
Clearly, he had just had such a beautiful dream. A beautiful dream where he only wanted to stay immersed forever, never wanting to wake up again.
Yet, even though that dream was so beautiful, it was not as beautiful as the words whispered by his ear.
I like you.
Such simple, yet vivid words.
Not even in his dreams did he dare to nurture such a luxury, yet these words, so real, so truthfully echoed in his ears, every word, every trembling strand of sound was as clear as day.
Is this not a dream?
Is it not?
His body remained stiff, not daring to move, slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his hand, trembling fingertips falling upon the girl's cheek.
The touch was warm tears, his hand trembling all the more intensely.
His dark eyes like ink, deep and solemn, almost rigid, moved bit by bit, his gaze slowly dropping.
It was she.
It was his girl.
