Yes.
How could it only be heartache?
Lu Jincheng's sudden confession froze Guan Yongyi in place.
The girl lowered the arm that was covering her face and looked up at him, her messy short hair covering her eyes, her striking features nearly translucent in the cold wind.
Her makeup had come off her eyes, mascara dissolved by tears into streaks forming two parallel tracks.
"I... I love you too..."
She stood up and threw herself into the man's arms, sobbing with all her might.
"Whether it's pinky promises, hugs, or falling for you..."
"It was, it was me who came first..."
"I don't want to fight her over you, but I really feel so wronged..."
She had already cried herself into a mess, her red eyes reminiscent of a little white rabbit that had been abandoned for years and then picked up back into its owner's arms.
Lu Jincheng couldn't help but sniffle, his arms tightening around her.
The wine bottle was empty, and outside the window all was silent.
Night had deepened.
...
