After a long while, Mu Xiaoxiao slowly turned her head, the tears on her face finally dry as she looked to him to ask, "Lu Yichen, have you ever liked anyone?"
Lu Yichen frowned, as he could imagine from hearing her hoarse voice that she must have been crying very terribly for a long time.
"Yes," he replied in a deep voice, gazing deeply at her delicate little face.
Even when she looked pale and her eyes swollen, she was still so pretty and cute that it made one reluctant to shift one's gaze away.
He suddenly recalled the previous occasion when she had hid outside the principal's office in a corner of the corridor, and when he found her, her eyes were bright red from crying as if she was a pitiful little white rabbit.
The image of that scene seemed to have been deeply imprinted in his mind as he could never forget it.
Every time he recalled that he could not help but smile.