The choice was once again in Jiang Qingli's hands.
Jiang Qingli never imagined that Xie Youchen, a man of few words his entire life, could deliver such a lengthy confession all at once. She froze, completely stunned.
It was as if her brain had turned to mush. A stampede of a hundred deer plunged in, crashing about until she felt dizzy. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
When she remained silent for a long moment, the fingers Xie Youchen had wrapped around hers stiffened slightly.
The moment he began to loosen his grip, Jiang Qingli noticed and tightened her hold on his hand. His gaze returned to her face.
His stare made her ears burn. "Why do you keep looking at me..." After a moment's thought, she added, "Close your eyes first, or I won't be able to answer."
Speaking clearly had nothing to do with whether one's eyes were open or closed.
But Xie Youchen obediently closed his eyes.
His world went dark, and his other senses became exceptionally sharp.
