He never said exactly when he started having feelings for her. And she, in fact, didn't know how long he had been waiting.
She didn't understand what it was like to wait for someone to grow up slowly.
She still doesn't understand now, but she tries to put herself in his shoes. If she deeply loves him now but cannot confess for some reason, the waiting must be very painful.
The more Nuonuo thought about it, the more her heart ached. She couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his face.
Afraid of waking him, she lightly pressed her palm against his face.
His skin was good, pores fine and elastic. If Tiantian hadn't been around him, knowing he was someone who lived simply, one might think this man meticulously and fussily took care of his skin to keep it like this.
I'm sorry…, Nuonuo silently said in her heart.
Sorry for making you wait so long!
Sorry for making you suffer!
I'm sorry…
