Tao Zhixiang looked at the man in front of her, his gaze as deep as the dark night sky, and the slight upward curve of his lips made him seem so elegant and gentle.
This man... the one she has kept in her heart, the one she has loved for many years.
Now, in front of him, she was gradually opening up her heart...
She cast aside all her shyness, dispelled all her worries, just wanting to let him know her... feelings for him.
"Chu Mucheng, actually... every time I met you, I wanted to muster the courage to approach... to tell you... that day... the person you saved was actually me... I wanted to ask you... if the wound on your arm has healed... if it still hurts... but when you looked at me... your eyes were so indifferent..."
Tao Zhixiang seemed to be lost in memories, looking into his eyes, as if seeing the unruly boy he once was.
