"Do you still like him?" This was the first thing Deng Siyu said when he saw Zhou Qingshu in full again. Without the childish feeling in the past, his tone was as calm as if he was describing a very common thing.
"You know it all." Zhou Qingshu's almond-shaped eyes narrowed, not realizing that the secret had been revealed. She said, "I don't know, but it should be, otherwise I wouldn't be here."
Zhou Qingshu had liked Wei Jiyan for many years, but Wei Jiyan didn't know it, and she had never confessed her love to anyone. To be precise, this kind of love should be called secret love, not the kind of secret love that no one knows about.
Intention: You are the salvation that I try my best to keep