Su Zhentian lay on the hospital bed, staring unblinkingly at Su Xiaorou: "Tell me, do you actually like Gao Fei or not?"
"I... I don't know." Su Xiaorou shook her head.
"Don't know?" Su Zhentian furrowed his brows: "What does that mean! If you like someone, you like them, if you don't, you don't. How can you not know?"
"I really don't know." Su Xiaorou's voice was somewhat bitter: "I admit... I have a good impression of Gao Fei, but... I don't know what to say... I am also very confused right now, really very confused..." The way Gao Fei made her feel was special, and she felt comfortable being with him, but whether this was love or not, Su Xiaorou couldn't be sure.
"I understand." Su Zhentian nodded: "You have a good impression of Gao Fei, but it hasn't reached the point of liking him, or to say, it's just missing a little bit from liking. Am I right?"
"Dad, why are you asking this?" Su Xiaorou asked.