"..." Bell looked at Ou Yimo with a complex expression, feeling as if she'd been struck by lightning.
All she could think of was Zhan Nanjue.
It was he who told her, 'I have to really like someone before I can kiss them, very much like, really like them.'
It was he who told her, 'Who told you I'm her boyfriend? I've already broken up with Ou Yimo.'
It was he who told her, 'I like you.'
Is Zhan Nanjue... does he really like her? Even if he really likes her, he can't possibly say he doesn't like Ou Yimo anymore, just like that, right?
Their interactions have been few, could be counted on fingers, easily translated into minutes.
While he and Ou Yimo have known each other for twenty years. From initial innocence to later youth, to now. That should be beyond attraction, beyond liking, beyond love, a special kind of affection.
Such a precious feeling cannot be easily replaced...
She felt completely disoriented, for a moment she nearly couldn't think.
