But why did he have to... like her so much?
...I like her so much that I don't know what to do with her.
Mu Yichen's eyes were scarlet, and he felt a warm and painful feeling at the corner of his eyes. He leaned over to open the microphone and switched to the channel she often heard. It was so late, but there was still a lot of laughter inside. It was simple and tacky. He remembered that she liked it.
Pain assaulted his body. He closed his eyes and leaned against his seat. His fingers pressed against his forehead as he gently rubbed it.
—Brother, happy at Peace Night.
This was a coincidence—there were only those kinds of college entrance examination in China. How could there be such a p*****t in other places!
"Mu Yingchen, are we going to kill him?"
- Mu Yichen, I like you... I like
