The young man's voice was gentle yet firm, his clear eyes completely reflecting her image.
Ruge's breath caught, and in an instant, everything around seemed to turn into nothingness.
Seasoned in her ears was the endlessly echoing voice of Ji Yanche.
Lan Ruge, I like you.
I like you.
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She didn't know how she had returned home, sitting alone in the empty living room, Ruge's heart was like the waves endlessly crashing against the shore.
Unable to calm down.
That person—
The person she had always considered a friend, a good buddy, suddenly said he liked her...
Today isn't April Fool's Day, is it?
This feeling of transitioning from friendship to admiration with Ji Yanche was too sudden.
There hadn't been a single sign in between.
Unaware of how long she'd been there, her phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from Ji Yanche.
Glancing at the time, it was surprisingly already past six in the evening.
The sky had darkened, and Ruge hadn't turned on the lights.
