A flicker of surprise and joy crossed Arno's eyes, but it quickly faded.
He simply looked calmly at Lu Rongrong's frail profile, softly asking, "Rongrong, do you love me?"
Lu Rongrong lowered her head, pressed her lips, and said nothing. She wasn't pondering; she was simply silent, frowning slightly.
Arno waited for a long time, and seeing her still with such a 'self-reproachful' look, he exhaled heavily. A hint of bitterness arose in his heart, but a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Go back..."
Just as Arno waved his hand, Lu Rongrong raised her head, hurriedly calling out: "Arno, I—"
But before the words could fall, Arno decisively interrupted her: "Rongrong, if you only feel gratitude, guilt, or a need to make amends to me, then you really don't need to force yourself to come back with me."
"And I understand clearly, even if you have many feelings for me, there's one thing you don't have—'you love me'—"
