Qi Longbing saw that she didn't answer the call, so he sent her a text message instead.
It was a mood, a confession, and an apology all at once; in short, it was an unbearable, aching longing in the depths of his heart, along with that unspeakable fondness…
Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, please forgive me? I will respect you, like you, cherish you, until you accept me. Love, your Bing.
Qi Longbing kept revising the text message, always feeling something was not quite right, until after several edits and deletions, only these words remained.
Qi Longbing stared at the message, tossing and turning on the bed as he read it over and over. He couldn't help but imagine what expression she would have upon seeing it. Surprise, astonishment, disdain, or just a passing smile? Or was she secretly scoffing at his wishful thinking? But still…
