Xia Lian paused for a few seconds, then quietly followed him.
"I don't know, but... I want to be with Wenmo forever..."
Wen Mo looked straight ahead, and naturally heard everything she said clearly. He sighed silently, but he still couldn't figure out Xia Lian's feelings.
How could a girl who is awkward at making friends distinguish between liking and loving, let alone understand the weight of marriage?
She's just desperately needing love.
Moreover, putting aside whether they like each other or not, given their respective statuses, whether they can get married is another matter entirely.
Wenmo had no idea what role he was playing. Perhaps his role in the script had been mixed with too many elements, leaving him feeling confused.
Watching a movie alone cannot make a girl understand what love is; all she needs is to stay with Wenmo forever.
Clearly, Wen Mo's answer did not satisfy Xia Lian. She lowered her eyes slightly, her long bangs obscuring the girl's delicate eyebrows, so Wen Mo could not see her expression at this moment.
Her little hand was still tightly gripping Wenmo's palm.
"I will not leave you."
As if seeing through Xia Lian's thoughts, Wen Mo said intentionally or unintentionally, "Don't think too much. At least for now, I will always be by your side."
As he spoke, he gently tapped Xia Lian's forehead.
"Not leaving...?" Xia Lian raised her eyes, regaining some of her composure.
Seeing her staring intently at him, Wen Mo was slightly lost in thought for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Yes, I won't leave."
At least for now, the two of them are still living together. Wen Mo wasn't lying. Besides, he had no reason to leave. If it were Xia Lian who left, it would be Wen Mo who would feel uncomfortable.
Perhaps he can no longer live without the girl beside him.
When asked if she liked Xia Lian just now, she stammered a lot when answering, and seemed a little confused about what her own mind was thinking.
The liking I mentioned earlier was just a very ordinary liking, not any other kind of liking.
Wenmo was explaining it to himself.
We walked outside the mall.
There were hardly any people in the square. The temperature was quite high in the middle of the afternoon, and the hot wind outside made the view even more blurry.
Holding the girl's hand, the golden sunlight shone on their backs, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on their backs, but they couldn't tell whether it was due to external factors or psychological reasons.
My heart won't calm down.
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