"Feifei, I love you." At this moment, nothing else seems sufficient to express the emotion in his heart. Li Zejun spoke the first sweet words since they met.
Miao Lihua standing beside him turned pale, her fingers clawing at the table so furiously her nails split, yet she felt no pain.
On the other end of the phone line, Luo Feiyin truly relaxed this time.
After all, she hadn't known Li Zejun for long and didn't know him deeply; she made this call just because, between lovers, trust is most essential.
Once they've decided to be together, she must trust him. Unless he tells her face-to-face not to be with him, then she would believe.
But even thinking this way, she still lacked confidence.
Just now, she was really afraid that what Li Zejun might say might not be the answer she hoped for.
"Li Zejun, you... Are you really so heartless?" Miao Lihua held onto the table, looking utterly defeated.
