Lin Ruoxi whispered those two simple words for a long, long time.
Xue Rui's eyes were vacant. He pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her face.
He had only been joking, but Lin Ruoxi's seriousness left him at a loss.
It was like a card game—he'd only played his lowest card, and she had immediately dropped the winning hand, completely throwing him off his rhythm...
Because the word "love" contained emotions that were too deep, too heavy;
He could tell Lin Ruoxi and Gu Muxue he "liked" them without any burden, but he had never said "love" to anyone...
'And who has said it to me?'
'Come to think of it, the only person who had ever said it to my face before was Chen Tingting. She'd written it on a slip of paper hidden in a dumpling during the Winter Solstice festival, but I never took it seriously...'
After all, the word "love" cheapens when overused. It's like all those players, who can toss out a "Baby, I love you" so easily.
