"You love me?" Third Young Master Jun was shocked.
"Yes, I love you, Jun Huang!" Ye Lu looked at him intently, her tone more devout than ever before.
Third Young Master Jun suddenly found himself speechless; his expression remained calm, but his heart was filled with overwhelming joy and relief, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. She had finally admitted it—she loved him. It wasn't just his unrequited love; they loved each other, each adoring the other!
He had waited a long time for this answer, and now that he had received it, he had no regrets in this life.
He reached out, tenderly caressing her face.
"I love you too."
Her eyes, moist with tears, showed a flash of joy. She covered his hand with hers, affectionately rubbing his icy palms, overwhelmed with emotion.
"But it's already too late."
Ye Lu's smile froze on her lips as if struck by lightning; she stared at him in disbelief, unable to accept it.
