"But I am sure that if you die, I am willing to die with you."
She spoke very earnestly, without any hesitation, and Shen Jinci saw in her eyes that there was no sign of retreat.
"Yueyue," he sighed softly, calling her name with a hoarse voice, "Can't this also be considered love?"
My dear Little Yue, some think love is a fierce epic, a tragic once-in-a-lifetime event, but I think that love is all about rushing forward.
Bian Yue was stunned by Shen Jinci's words for a long time, is this... love?
Bian Yue had never considered this question.
Had she fallen in love with Shen Jinci?
But upon reflection, even she herself did not know when this love began to grow.
Bian Yue remained silent, but her eyes deeply moved, as if a clear arc of light was swaying... reaching into Shen Jinci's heart.
He could not bear to continue questioning, so he hugged her and whispered softly, "It's late, how about we rest now?"
