George and Qi Qinghan's text message interactions were quick, with both replying swiftly.
As a result, upon seeing the latest message, George froze completely.
His hands and feet turned cold, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.
Many things flashed through his mind, from when she was very young in kindergarten, her innocent face, her caring demeanor, softly lying on his desk checking the bruises on him.
To when the whole class ignored him, and only she befriended him, concernedly asking if he got beaten that day.
Then later, to when she cheerfully pulled the chubby McDull to stand before him.
And then, every moment after that...
Every moment of Qi Qinghan's life from childhood, except for her infancy which he didn't witness, was deeply ingrained in his memory.
But...
Did she never consider him in that way?
George remained silent for a long time before finally asking again: [Seriously?]
Qi Qinghan replied quickly: [Of course!]
