Wen Mo slowly began to speak, his voice trembling as he continued, "But it wasn't until later that I realized I had changed, you had changed, and the distance between us had changed."

“The house seems different now. It’s no longer empty like before. Your face is gradually regaining its spirit, and you’re not as silent as before. Perhaps it was from that moment that I realized how lovely you are, so lovely that I can’t help but want to get closer to you.”

"You might not understand, but that's okay, because I've figured it out, I figured it out a long time ago, so I want to tell you the most steadfast, purest, and clearest words in my heart..."

Wen Mo took a breath, put his hand on Xia Lian's shoulder, and the two looked into each other's eyes. Looking at the man's serious expression that she had never seen before, Xia Lian subconsciously held her breath until Wen Mo gave his last response.

"I like you too, this is my response to what you just said, I like you so much! I like you so much that I want to hold you day and night! I want to hold your hand, I want to hug you, I want to be with you..."

He lowered his head, the blush on his cheeks particularly noticeable at that moment, his eyes trembled slightly, a layer of mist veiling his clear, gentle eyes.

I want to be your lover.

Outside the pavilion, the rain curtain gradually turned into a few water droplets, and the cool temperature carried away the last raindrops.

The rain has stopped.

But Wen Mo didn't care. He only saw Xia Lian blushing, carefully nodding her head, her eyes filled with tender affection, as if veiled in mist.

Witnessed by the rain, the girl seemed a little stunned, her face a mixture of rain and tears. Finally, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a somewhat childish smile appeared amidst the rain and tears.

"good."