Chu Mo suddenly laughed again: "Actually, you kind of like me, don't you?"
"Indeed," Wang Yue replied without hesitation this time, simply nodding in agreement.
"Then what exactly about me do you like?" Chu Mo asked again.
"I can't really put it into words; it's just that I like you," Wang Yue said.
"And I think that if you could articulate exactly what you like about someone, it wouldn't really be 'liking' anymore—it would be more like admiration. For example, I admire your appearance, your figure, your independent and responsible personality, and your willingness to sacrifice for your family. But those aren't the reasons why I like you. After all, many girls in this world have good looks, figures, and personalities, but I don't like them just because I admire them. If I had to explain why I like you, I'd say it's just an indescribable feeling."
Wang Yue's long speech left Chu Mo's heart fluttering.
