So now, only Feng Guang and Yan Fei remained in the corridor, and the atmosphere was awkwardly silent.

Unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, Feng Guang spoke first: "I...I'll go back to the classroom first..."

"Wait." Yan Fei grasped Feng Guang's wrist and asked softly, "Doesn't Feng Guang have anything to say to me?"

Feng Guang thought of what she hadn't finished saying outside the school, and suddenly remembered it. Her face turned red again. "I...I...I..."

"Don't rush." ​​Yan Fei bent down, her eyes gentle as water. She looked at the flustered girl, a light smile spreading across her lips, warmer than the early spring sunshine. She softened her voice and said, "Feng Guang can think it over carefully and then slowly tell me. I have time and patience to wait."

At this moment, her patience seemed to exceed her expectations.

Her eyes sparkled, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she seemed to have forgotten, unable to utter a single syllable. She suddenly realized how gentle and beautiful the person in front of her was.

And her abnormal thoughts suddenly seemed so... despicable.

From their first encounter to now, every time Yan Fei appears, he helps her. It seems that with Yan Fei around, no matter how difficult the obstacle, she can overcome it. Feng Guang's success is undeniable. What initially attracted her to Yan Fei was his perfection.

If she were to reveal her despicable thoughts, would it shatter Yan Fei's perfect image? She didn't know, but she was certain of one thing: regardless of her success or failure, she would be subjected to the strange gazes of others. She didn't know if she had the courage to bear those gazes, and she didn't know... whether Yan Fei would listen to her again and look at her with a different eye...

However, just thinking about it made Feng Guang feel suffocated, knowing that Yan Fei would look at him with disapproval.

She pulled her hand away from Yan Fei's grasp, lowered her head, and said, "I have nothing to say to the doctor..."

"Is that so?" Yan Fei lowered her gaze, and the smile in her eyes disappeared, leaving only a lonely smile on her lips.

Feng Guang didn't dare to look up at her. She admitted that she was timid and cowardly, completely unlike herself. But what she was going through now was something she had never experienced before. She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her fingers turning white. "I'm going back to the classroom now. Goodbye, doctor."

She turned around, her steps steady and light, yet her mind was in turmoil. She could feel the faint gaze behind her, causing her inner turmoil. Feng Guang walked slowly and steadily until the veins on the back of her hand, which was gripping the hem of her skirt, bulged, and she stopped.

"I...I'm not reconciled..." Feng Guang didn't dare turn around, but bit her lip and said, word by word, "If I don't say it, I will never be reconciled..."

After a long pause, a voice came from behind her, "What does Feng Guang want to say?"

"I...I...I like..." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then finally managed to say a complete sentence, "Yan Fei, I like you."

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist and turned her around, pulling her into a familiar embrace. Yan Fei's slender fingers lifted Feng Guang's chin, the gentle light in her eyes seeming to drown someone at that moment. Lowering her head to press her lips to Feng Guang's, Yan Fei softly said, "It's really not easy to wait for the person you like to say these words..."

A kiss that followed made Feng Guang's eyes widen.