She liked him. How much she liked him, even she herself could not calculate.
Compared to painting, he might even like it more.
But at the same time, she also deeply understood the gap between them, just like what his parents had said.
They were from two different worlds. Even if they didn't care about other people's opinions and ignored the rumors around the world, they would still be hurt sometimes.
She didn't want to become a Ling Ling Xiao flower that clung to him.
She wanted to be an oak tree like him. When she stood side by side with him, no one would think that she was not worthy of him.
She wanted this kind of equality, not looking up at him like now, always inadvertently feeling inferior.
However, when she thought about the price of being separated from him, she felt very uncomfortable.
"Xia Yichen, I…"