Love is unconscious. I was ignorant and realized it later, but he pretended to be confused from beginning to end. First he was afraid of hurting me, and then he was afraid of losing me. We went round and round, and finally got on the train to "happiness".
That time, he accidentally saw my secret, frowned slightly and said, "Yu Jing, we are friends, right?"
I was incoherent, "Who, who wants to be friends with you?"