I only love you

Ye Feimo stammered for a long time, finally managing to utter a somewhat complete sentence. Wen Nuan froze, and the knot in her heart seemed to be pierced by these words, instantly dissipating.

His awkwardness, his affection, his lowered voice—it completely delighted Wen Nuan.

She had always been uncertain about his feelings, inevitably feeling anxious, but now, a surge of wild joy welled up, and a happy smile gently graced Wen Nuan's lips.

He had been texting for so long, just to say this?

She bit her lip, suppressing a smile, her eyes stinging slightly. For some reason, her mood was filled with even more bewilderment and sadness, as if she had been waiting for these words for countless years, and finally, they had arrived.

When you long for certain emotions, a certain person, for a long time, and then suddenly receive them, your mood truly becomes a mixture of joy and sorrow, indistinguishable.