Wen Qiao nodded heavily.
Fu Jinghen's eyes were dark as an abyss, "I never said it wasn't important, it's not too late to say it now."
"What do I need to say?"
Wen Qiao was even more confused, how did she suddenly find herself unable to follow Fu Jinghen's train of thought?
Fu Jinghen looked at her deeply, "Say that you like me."
"..."
So, after all her babbling for so long, had he only picked up on that one phrase?
Indeed, people only see things that are of interest to themselves.
But faced with Fu Jinghen's expectant and somewhat eager gaze, Wen Qiao's heart suddenly softened again.
In reality, she should have said it.
Fu Jinghen had done so much for her, if she didn't even give him this, it would indeed be too much.
Wen Qiao's cheeks flushed red, her lips moved, but the words "I like you" were stuck in her throat and just wouldn't come out.
She felt incredibly awkward.
In a soft mutter, she said, "I've never confessed to anyone before, it feels so awkward..."
