"There's something wrong with your nose." Lin Jiao refused to admit that she was jealous and didn't allow him to mention it.
Looking at that sulky face, Pei Zhi chuckled.
He asked, "Do you remember what day we were officially together?"
"August 12th. Have you forgotten?"
"No. I just want to reminisce."
Seeing that he was immersed in his memories, Lin Jiao remembered how sweet they were at that time. "Even if you didn't tell me your feelings, I would have done so sooner or later."
Pei Zhi looked into her eyes.
Sometimes, he could not tell if her memories were mixed up or if she was really in love with him.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice like a cello being played by the moonlight. "Jiaojiao, can you like me a little more?"
He did not expect her to like him as much as he liked her.
He only hoped that she would not leave him easily.