Yu Yao pursed her lips.
"I admit it."
"You admit it?" Jessica stared at her with tears in her eyes, "Do you know how he's been these days? On the surface, he seemed fine, but inside, he was really upset, staring at that broken flowerpot every day. If I weren't afraid he'd be upset, I'd have thrown that damned Changqing Vine away already. If you can't accept him for who he is, why say you like him? Shouldn't liking someone mean liking everything about them? Do you know how he's been coping? You..."
"Now just come with me, and tell him you love him, you can't live without him, you want to marry him, have children with him, be with him forever, otherwise!" Jessica pulled her up from the sofa forcefully, "I promise, I'll make sure you regret it! Speak up, do you agree or not?"
Yu Yao pursed her lips again, "I made wontons for him, and if they soak any longer, they won't taste good!"
Jessica raised an eyebrow, looked around the room, and indeed saw a thermos box on the coffee table.
