She tilted her head curiously, "Why did you suddenly think of bringing me flowers?"
"Don't you like them?"
Ji Tian held them tighter, "I like."
She looked at the boy and couldn't help but smile, "You are the first person to give me flowers."
She then lowered her head and lovingly touched them.
"You are the first person I have wanted to give flowers to."
Ji Tian suddenly looked up, "What?"
Qin Jiangsheng held the carnations tightly, his lips curling into a smile, "Because I like you."
Perhaps the thrill of youthful affection happens in an instant, in a fleeting moment.
People will always be defeated by sincerity.
Ji Tian found it hard to imagine the word "like" coming from the indifferent Qin Jiangsheng.
Her heartbeat quickened, then she turned her head away, thinking it must be an illusion; her good brotherly affection had somehow gone awry.