Those four words held Ning Chunchi captive. His gaze stayed fixed on the ground, unable to move away, unwilling to move away.
This was the first time Jiang Yumiao had plainly said he liked him.
Little Grape was too shy. He always expressed his love through his actions, rarely through words...
So this was how devastating they could be.
If... Jiang Yumiao said those words aloud someday, Ning Chunchi could not imagine how he would react.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Yumiao saw the cameraman behind them approaching, apparently to film a close-up. He hurriedly lunged forward, dropped to his knees, and scattered the sand, covering those four words.
Only then did Ning Chunchi seem to wake from a dream. He bent down and helped Jiang Yumiao to his feet.
The sand was smooth again, with no trace of those four words ever having existed.
The cameraman had only just approached and steadied himself when a piercing gaze swept over him, bringing such intense pressure that even his hands holding the camera began to tremble.
Of course he knew Ning Chunchi was looking at him. Guessing that President Ning resented his intrusion, he had no choice but to retreat another couple of steps, putting some distance between himself and the two guests.
The cameraman was also rather baffled. Back in Lanqing, when Ning Chunchi and Jiang Yumiao had embraced on the viewing platform, he had filmed them from every angle without making Ning Chunchi angry. Why was he so upset this time?
He had no idea that he had missed Jiang Yumiao's secret confession and also cost President Ning the chance to record it.
Without the cameraman there, Ning Chunchi probably would have taken hundreds of photos and dozens of videos. Even that might not have been