"Sun Yingsha, I like you, I hope you didn't hear it."
"Sun Yingsha, I like you, I hope you know."
"Sun Yingsha, I like you, you should know it from my loud heartbeat."
"Sun Yingsha, I like you, can you like me?"
"Wang Chuqin, I like you. This should be the first time I confess to you, but it should be our last confession."
Concept: two little ones that are biased toward reality