A Direct Confession, Part Two

Hearing Huo Yu'er's words, Ye Wen fell silent for a long while.

In Ye Wen's previous life, love had long since been commodified. It no longer possessed any so-called purity; everything seemed tied to money, bloody and realistic.

But liking someone and loving someone were supposed to be without asking for anything in return. As long as the other person was well, that alone was heaven.

Yet Ye Wen could not shake the strange feeling in his heart. He had actually been forcefully confessed to by a six-year-old girl?

All he could say was, as expected of Romance Continent.

However...

Ye Wen's gaze grew somewhat wistful. What was he supposed to do if his heart had been moved?

Ye Wen himself was neither fond of fighting nor bloodthirsty. He merely sought a peaceful, stable life.

Yet even that small wish had been difficult to fulfill amid the high-pressure life of his previous life. Everyone had desperately competed against one another, and Ye Wen had died because of it.

It was then that Ye Wen began pursuing that elusive thing called love. Even false stories were enough to immerse him in them.

Douluo Continent might seem childish to some adults, but the pure love within it—the kind that could make someone cast aside even their life—was the fantasy Ye Wen had always dreamed of.

At that moment, Ye Wen, who had kept his head lowered and looked somewhat gloomy, raised his head openly and proudly for the first time.

His calm, autumn-water eyes met Huo Yu'er's eyes, which seemed to shimmer with starlight.

"Let me ask you one last time. Do you really not regret this?"

Huo Yu'er's pretty little face reddened, for she could sense a firm resolve in Ye Wen's gaze.

The hand Ye Wen had been passively and