"I like him, too."
Ji Anning suddenly looked up, her gaze firm as she looked at Yang Danning, "Earlier than you, and longer than you. Throughout my youth, through every colorful memory of spring and rainy seasons, it's only been him."
The rest was all greyed out.
Having spoken loudly, she looked at Yang Danning, who was staring at her in a daze, and she herself was momentarily stunned.
Then she lowered her head again, "I'm sorry for liking the same person as you, but I'm sorry, I can't give him up now."
She looked abject, yet her tone was resolute.
She didn't want to lose him, and it happened that he felt the same. What reason did she have to back down?
"Slap!"
A loud slap landed on Ji Anning's face. She barely reacted, simply lifting her head to look at Yang Danning with a very calm expression.
She said, "I hope after this slap, you feel a bit better inside."
Her own heart might also feel a little less apologetic, a little less guilty.
