Wen Qiao nodded emphatically.
Fu Jinghen's eyes were dark and deep like an abyss, "It's okay if you didn't say it before, it's not too late to say it now."
"What do I need to say?"
Wen Qiao was even more confused, suddenly unable to keep up with Fu Jinghen's train of thought.
Fu Jinghen gazed deeply into her eyes, "Say that you like me."
"..."
So, after all her rambling, that was the only sentence he focused on?
Indeed, people only see what's in their own interest.
But meeting Fu Jinghen's expectant and eager gaze, Wen Qiao's heart suddenly softened again.
She really should say it.
Fu Jinghen had done so much for her, it would be too unfair not to give him even a single sentence.
Wen Qiao's cheeks flushed, her lips moved, but the words "I like you" got stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them.
She felt incredibly awkward.
She murmured softly, "I've never confessed to anyone before, it feels so awkward..."
