Qing Yi's breath hitched, his mind going blank for a moment.
"You, you really mean it?"
He couldn't believe it. Before, the drunkard had also said he liked him, but it was all a joke.
He wanted desperately to believe it, but he feared it would just be empty joy, making everyone awkward.
"It's true, I really like you, have liked you for a long time, not lying to you."
The drunkard's voice was especially gentle, as if the one he loved the most was standing right in front of him.
Tears continuously slid from the corners of his eyes, into his ears, and then from his ears onto the pillow.
Holding the phone, the drunkard stared at the ceiling, his eyes blurred with tears.
Qing Yi seemed struck dizzy by this immense surprise, unable to shake off the joy for a long time, just holding the phone, occasionally smiling foolishly.
He said, he said he liked him,
like how the third young master liked Miss Wen.
