However, Li Zhibai could not act coyly, unless her mindset was much younger—yet that possibility is quite small.
She cannot truly think with a girlish heart, for before Chang'an truly grows up, she will be his reliance.
She is the one who is liked and longed for.
Such a self naturally cannot have any bewildered or desolate emotions.
Thus, slowly, Li Zhibai discarded the stray thoughts and returned to her previous calm demeanor, tilting her head slightly.
"Chang'an."
"Hmm?"
Li Zhibai inhaled the fragrance of wine.
It seems she hasn't really said anything like she likes him.
Words like 'like' might not be easily spoken... but Xu Chang'an is an exception.
In his heart, [like] and [love] are two levels, so as long as Miss Yun firmly holds the latter, mere liking... doesn't matter at all.
