The two words, "like you," were repeated twice. On the third repetition, it became three words: "really like you."
Jiang Zheyu paused. It wasn't as if no one had ever confessed their feelings to her. In fact, quite the opposite—because she was so beautiful, many had.
Their confessions always went something like this:
"Jiang Zheyu, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Jiang Zheyu, be my girlfriend."
"Jiang Zheyu, I like you. Like me back, won't you?"
...
'This seemed to be the first time someone had confessed to her without demanding a response.'
After saying this, Xiao Luo was suddenly overcome with a strange sadness. It felt like he was saying goodbye to the person he liked. No, it wasn't a feeling—he *was* saying goodbye to the person he liked.
It was just a confession that would surely go unreciprocated.
And he wasn't worthy of a response from Princess Zheyu.
He was just a humble butler.
