"Even when you look at it, you still can't quite believe it, that such a fortunate thing would actually happen to you. You can't even sleep, afraid that when you wake up, you'd realize that it's only just a dream. From time to time, you will want to look at it and confirm that it really does exist, and it really did happen."
"Even then, you still won't feel secure, because you just feel that such a good thing can't possibly belong to you." Before Shi Xiaoya could even finish, her lips had been kissed by Han Zhuoling.
"I didn't know that in your eyes, I am actually so good," Han Zhuoling said. "You are the same to me. That's why I wanted to come over, to hug you, so that I will feel at ease. Because I am afraid that you will leave, afraid that you will suddenly change your mind and realize that I am actually not worthy of you. Afraid that you will realize that, actually, you don't really like me that much."
