As soon as the video call connected, Seventh Master's big head appeared on the screen.
He was sitting at the dining table eating noodles.
"What is it? Why do you keep video-calling me? Can't you just make a voice call?"
"Seventh Master, Song Xiaotian confessed his feelings!"
"What!"
Seventh Master slurped up a mouthful of noodles, flashing his big white teeth. "Where is he?"
I quickly switched the camera around and pointed it at Song Xiaotian and Pan Xiaorou.
"Wait, these two... why do they look so serious? Why haven't they kissed?"
"What's your hurry? Getting awfully thirsty in your old age, aren't you?"
Pan Xiaorou was gazing at Song Xiaotian with her beautiful eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face.
But she had not lost her reason, because she did not know whether Song Xiaotian had said all this out of gratitude, guilt, or affection.
Any relationship that began for a reason other than affection could end badly.
Pan Xiaorou had already been through one failed marriage. She did not dare let herself get carried away at this crucial moment.
"You're doing this out of guilt and responsibility, aren't you?"
She looked at Song Xiaotian and smiled faintly. "You really don't have to. We're all adults. I'm not as fragile as you think. If you don't think I'm someone you like, forcing it won't do either of us any good. Marriage is for a lifetime, not just a little while."
Song Xiaotian looked utterly serious. "That night you were kidnapped, I was on edge until you were safe, terrified something would happen to you. The truth is, I knew right then that it wasn't that I didn't like you. I'd just let my prejudice and arrogance get the upper hand."
"I've had this problem since I was little. Once