I looked at Ye Qingxian as she was now, her doting words still echoing through my mind again and again. Even the wind seemed to slow.
My heartbeat accelerated.
My pupils contracted.
A fierce impulse suddenly rose within me.
I wanted to confess to her right away and ask her to be with me.
Because I had the feeling that if I confessed now, there was at least a fifty-percent chance of succeeding.
But I forcibly held myself back.
I still remembered what Ye Qingxian had said about our current relationship. From the side, that proved the progress of her love thread's growth. Once Senior Sister possessed a love thread and regained the love she once had for me, I believed she would be more proactive than anyone else.
I held myself back because countless bloody examples from the past had taught me that a person often had only one chance for a formal confession.
If you did not have absolute certainty, then once you were rejected, behind you would lie a ten-thousand-foot abyss, and you would fall into a state of eternal damnation.
I did not want to repeat the mistakes of those before me. The price was a little too brutal.
Nor did I dare gamble that Ye Qingxian was different from everyone else.
"Why are you spacing out again? What are you thinking about while chopping wood? Give me the axe. I'll help you." Before my blank stare, Ye Qingxian took the axe I was loosely holding and effortlessly split the wood into suitable shapes.
She had countless ways to do it. With a single thought, she could have built a house, yet she chose the most clumsy method—to personally complete a shared home with her Junior Sister.
The two of us might have many homes in