"Yes, I did like you before. I have always liked you from the age of seventeen to thirty. In the past thirteen years, I have tasted the pain of falling in love with someone who doesn't love me, and I know how stupid it is to force yourself. I have also cried for you in the dead of night, been heartbroken by your indifference, and been saddened by your enthusiasm for others. But so what? Is there any result?" She stepped closer to him and asked. He was a little scared, he had never seen her like this.
"I used to think that the result is not important, the process is important, as long as I like you. But then I understood that the result is also important." She stopped and continued, with a cry in her voice.
"It's different now, and there will be results." He reached out and grabbed her shoulders, his eyes filled with distress. She took two steps back, pulled her shoulder away from his hand, and raised her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"In the past thirteen years, it was me who repaired my broken self bit by bit. It was I who healed myself. Why should I agree to go to the future with you when you say there will be results? Chen Jiaoyang, are you too confident?"
Awesome, awesome!