Her face was pale without a trace of blood, her voice very low, very low, as if whispering to herself, carrying a hint of despair: "Qingshen... did you know? Even though you secretly loved for twelve years, I have always admired you... Admiration, more painful than secret love..."
Li Qingshen's steps did not stop for a moment.
Ling Momo suddenly felt that his heart was set, and she seemed to have no purpose left but to stay.
She curled her lips into a powerless smile, "Qingshen, I thought you understood me..."
And what responded to her was his gradually receding back, along with a sentence that accompanied his footsteps without pause, drifting over: "I also thought you understood me..."
She watched helplessly as he disappeared from her world.
He left behind a word she had told him.
He said he thought she understood him...
She didn't know if it was an illusion, she always felt that when he said this, there seemed to be a trace of choking in his voice.
Did she disappoint him?
