She forced a smile, but her racing heartbeat made it impossible for her to say more.
"Fang Shaohan, I won't go back on my word. What you said was sincere, right?" She touched his cheek, cupped his face, and gazed intently at the man in front of her.
Deep down, she was overwhelmed with emotion, things she wasn't aware of, things deeply hidden in Fang Shaohan's heart. She only knew this man admired her, wanted to pursue her.
But these deeper feelings, these struggles and desires, this helplessness and vulnerability, were things Gu Xiaoqing was discovering for the first time.
A shiver ran through his entire body. "Every word is sincere, every sentence heartfelt."
Fang Shaohan lightly kissed the fingers resting on his lips, and those slender fingers had a magic that made him irresistibly want to get closer.
For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.
"Me too."
