She forced herself to look into Jiang Qiao's eyes and spoke in a low but extremely clear voice, each word hitting the young man's soft heart. "I like you, Jiang Qiao." There were no unnecessary words. But he had been thinking about this answer for a long time. The whole world seemed to be silent. All media seemed to be withdrawn, and there was only each other in their world. He could only see her, and she could only see him. Gradually, all that could be heard was the intertwining heartbeats and the gentle sound of the young man's white shirt blowing in the wind.