Hearing her impassioned confession, again and again, Xue had already felt his mind going blank.
It had to be a dream.
It had to be.
Even if the beautiful raven-haired woman insisted that it wasn't.
Even when he gingerly placed his hand over hers, that was caressing his cheek in a fond manner.
How can someone as endearing as her reciprocate his feelings?
Xue knew he didn't deserve it.
Due to his nature of distrust after what happened to him in the past, he became merciless and cold to almost everyone.
He had hurt Cecil.
He harboured malicious thoughts towards her.
He had almost killed her when he was overcome with anger.
Immersed in his self-degrading thoughts and guilt, he once again mumbled out words of disbelief as he heard Cecil bursting out fervently.
"Xue, I like you."
"I really, really like you."
The next moment, he saw Cecil closing in and he felt a pair of soft lips on his. His hand on hers dropped limply to the side.
"..."
"..."