After waking up, Jiang Xueli turned her hazy eyes toward Lin Zhengran, who was leaning against the bed reading a book, and blinked clumsily.
Her stomachache had subsided, and her mind was clear.
But this time, an unprecedented wave of shame washed over her, even faster than full consciousness returned.
Between the stomachache this morning, Lin Zhengran's gentle care, and the silence of her heartbreak, she had babbled on and on without really thinking clearly.
Only now did it suddenly hit her—just what had she said?
She'd said she liked him, that her previous claim of wanting to marry him only because no one else would was just an excuse. And… that even if he dumped her, she would still love him without a second thought? That he was the only one for her.
Even though it was all true, she'd never imagined she would one day say it all right to his face!
Jiang Xueli's face flushed red at a visible rate, looking as if it were about to explode.
