"When did you like me?"
He Baitang heard her ask and looked carefully at his sweetheart who was smiling brightly in front of him. Jing Qianhui's beautiful eyes were as usual. His questioning words rolled in his throat several times and paused several times, but he finally did not ask any questions. He considered his tone over and over in his mind. Jing Qianhui originally looked at him with a smile, but after a while, the man opposite him remained silent and did not speak. Her heart sank, and the smile on her lips suddenly faded. "You don't like me?"
He Baitang stared closely at Jing Qianhui's expression, organizing the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and avoiding an offensive tone. Jing Qianhui couldn't wait any longer, so she held his hand and slipped away. He walked quickly to the other side of the road and directly opened the back door of a taxi waiting to pick up tourists and got in. It quickly disappeared in front of him.
Concept: A true story.