Fireflies flickered.
The world fell quiet in that moment. Only the faint, occasional chirp of a bird could be heard from the distant woods.
Perhaps because he had rehearsed them in his mind so many times, the words came out more smoothly than Yuan Shiyao had imagined, despite his unease.
Yuan Shiyao was like a condemned official confessing his crimes, tearing open his own chest to reveal everything inside.
Even if it was a bloody, gory mess.
There was no turning back now.
Yuan Shiyao confessed earnestly:
"Qingli, I never expected you to get together with me right away, or even like me... I know that's not realistic."
"It's just… I'm probably not very good at hiding things. Qin Xiangning saw it and told you today, and others will, too."
"I don't want you to hear the truth from outsiders."
"And… I really do want to say it every time I see you. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll lose control."
