"Actually, I've always liked you! I've liked you since we first met in the first year of junior high school, but I never dared to say it out loud. I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of you..." Guo Miao mustered up her strength and finally confessed her feelings to the person in front of her who she had had a crush on for four years. Her long eyelashes were wet with tears as soon as she opened her mouth. Wang Yiran hugged her before she finished speaking.
"I'm sorry, I should have said this."
Intention: love
