Alvin lay on the bed, his stomach burning with pain, yet his heart felt sweet and warm.
He didn't know why, maybe it was because Nangong Lin hadn't aggressively rejected him, giving him a glimmer of hope.
Something different seemed to be quietly taking root and sprouting in his heart.
It's a great feeling to like someone, but if that person responds, isn't that feeling even better than just liking them alone?
Like before, he quite liked Nangong Ran, but Nangong Ran never gave him any reason to reminisce.
Wouldn't talk much with him and when rejecting him, it was clean and swift, leaving no traces of doubt.
That kind of affection turned into disappointment, sadness, loss, discomfort, with not a hint of happiness.
But now it seemed different, although Nangong Lin hadn't agreed to him, she hadn't rejected him either and even said she'd consider it.
She brought him breakfast and talked to him a lot, and that was enough.
