"Kiyono."
"What's wrong?"
"I like you."
Dubian Che remembered that day's scene very clearly.
The Mang Grass in bloom swayed gently in the November autumn breeze. Wisps of thin clouds lingered in the azure sky.
The white breath he exhaled seemed to be drawn away by the rising sun.
Everything was infused with a strong sense of autumn, presenting a nearly transparent world.
Kiyono Lin standing in the field of Mang Grass was as clear and elegant as this autumn day.
"I know," Kiyono Lin said.
"I like you," Dubian Che repeated once more.
"How could you..." She seemed to understand something but didn't continue.
The breeze gently stirred her hair, and her long eyelashes framed eyes that gazed quietly at Dubian Che.
Just meeting Kiyono Lin's eyes, Dubian Che felt his breath being wholly taken away.
The chirping of birds in the distant forest sounded as if coming from the farthest world.
"I like you, and I want to be with you."
