"Sister Jing... I..."
His words trailed off before finishing, and he inexplicably felt a bit guilty, his voice deflating like a punctured ball, and he pulled back halfway through.
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows.
"Just speak straightforwardly. No need to hesitate."
She didn't want her friends to feel so apprehensive that they stuttered and stammered while talking to her.
She had long considered them a part of her family.
Xu Moqian cursed himself several times for his feebleness before he spoke.
"It's nothing, Sister Jing, I just wanted to reminisce with you. Do you remember when we first met in college?"
He ultimately decided not to confess right away but to take it slow, fearing an immediate rejection.
Concerned that Xu Moqian might trip, Qiao Jing pulled him to the side under a streetlight, leaning shoulder to shoulder against the wall.
"I remember. What about it?"