If he had been a statue, he would have cracked right there.
Missed him?
She missed him?
His blue eyes widened in complete shock.
For a second, he even wondered whether he had understood wrongly.
But Lin Huahua was still looking at him, and although her reason for saying it had been pure emergency nonsense, her crying face made the words sound very real.
Hu Baiyu's heart was instantly hit.
No.
Hit was too light a word.
It was overturned.
Flipped.
Thrown straight into the sky and back again.
She missed him.
Lin Huahua missed him.
This was the kind of sentence Hu Baiyu had probably never even dared to dream of hearing from her, not in the old days, not now, not ever. So the moment it came out of her mouth, all the sadness in him was washed over by a wave of happiness so fierce that it almost made him dizzy.
He looked at her as though she had just handed him the moon with both hands.
His chest turned hot.
His ears grew warm.
