"Yes!" Li Peifeng nodded firmly, then added, "But it's best if it's a three-character sentence, where the first is the subject, the second the verb, and the third is the object."
Subject, verb, and object, three characters...
Zhao Qingge's expression changed, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Then let me tell you!"
After speaking, Li Peifeng slowed his tone, his eyes fixed on Zhao Qingge, with a deep melancholy in them, as if he had eaten too much raw fish by the Wisconsin River, his lips slightly parted, but his tone was as gentle as a stream quietly flowing at night;
"I~ love~ you~"
These three words are seen by some as more important than life itself, as if once spoken, they must marry, have children, and stay together until death, and if one falls out of love in the future, they'll be burdened with a lifelong guilt, perhaps this is why Zhao Qingge is shy to say it out loud.
