In the dark depths of Li Qingshen's eyes, a trace of tenderness emerged as he spoke softly and deliberately,
Deep and gentle, yet focused.
"If it hadn't been for many years ago, I had already fallen for her, how could I have remained so undistracted over the years?"
His words were few,
Yet they held many years of emotion.
Yes, when Chen Wanru asked him if he had any other pursuits, his businesses, his myths, his music empire, they all started when he began learning music because of her.
He didn't have many pursuits.
His only pursuit was to love the girl he loved, even though she didn't love him.
He knew that in Chen Wanru's words, there was a subtle mockery of his cowardice.
Not even daring to confess his love.
They didn't know, how deeply one must love, to be rendered so helpless that even confessing love becomes an act of bravery.
For Ling Momo, she had many options, to love him or not, to care for him or not, to be his friend or to be a stranger to him.
