"Does she like you too?" Lin Weiwei asked softly, as if the wind could blow and the sound would be like a dandelion floating in the air without a trace.

Yan Mingwan hesitated for a moment, but still answered. "She, she doesn't know. ”

The molecules in the air seemed to be silent.

Lin Weiwei looked at Yan Mingwan in the sunlight, and felt that he was like a light source, and her eyes hurt brightly.

"Yan Mingwan!" Lin Weiwei called his name, her eyes like a torch, as if she had made a major decision.

"You should tell her that you like her. If she didn't know, nothing would have changed. ”

When Lin Weiwei said this, her nails pressed against the palm of her hand.

In this way, you can restrain the surging of emotions in your heart.

"If you like someone, you must say it, oh, make it clear. ”

"It's like I like you. The unprepared confession silenced Yan Mingwan.

It's hard to say it now.

Lin Weiwei smiled, the corners of her mouth hooked up a curved arc to smile, but there was no trace of brightness in her eyes.

"I know you like others, but I still have to tell you: I like you. ”

"Yan Mingjuan, Lin Weiwei likes you, I like you so much!"

Lin Weiwei's hand couldn't help but cover her heart.

"It's a beautiful thing to like you, it's hard to come by, and you can't control it, so this mood must be told to you. ”

Her watery eyes were about to squeeze out water. Yan Ming moved his mouth.

The voice was swallowed into his throat, and the girl in front of him was rejected with silence.

"I know. After saying this softly, Lin Weiwei blinked violently and forced the tears back into her eyes.

"To be clear, I don't need your response, and the refusal is expected. ”

"Although it is a bit selfish to say that I like you alone, I will not give up liking you. ”

Lin Weiwei's gaze at Yan Mingwan was already clear, and it was because of the clarity that Yan Mingwan saw a determined look from it.

He paused for a moment, and suddenly a unbearable feeling rose in his heart, and he couldn't bear to let these clear and agile eyes be covered with a layer of gray.

Lin Weiwei didn't give him time to speak.

"I'm done, so I'll go first. ”

Her words fell, and Yan Mingwan only looked at her back.

It's like waving your sleeves without taking away a cloud. Instead, it made Yan Mingwan feel that what she had just confessed was his delusion.

And yet how is that possible.

A few minutes after Lin Weiwei left, Yan Mingwan sat back in front of the piano.

Fingers dance, keys sound.

When he is troubled, he will play the piano to calm his mind as soon as possible.

I couldn't tell whether I was confessing to her or being impetuous about confessing to myself.

Soon, he calmed down, because nothing had changed now.

Jian Tingting is still a bamboo horse.

And Lin Weiwei is still an ordinary classmate.

Lin Weiwei was awakened by the cold wind on the street, and only then did she reflect on herself.

is still too impatient, anxious to leave a deep shadow in his heart.

It's also a risk, if he hadn't been disgusted with himself, a corner of his heart would have loosened.

I really like him very much!

Lin Weiwei likes to speak clearly!

Tonight is destined to toss and turn, and the picture of himself and Jian Tingting confessing his heart flashed in the young man's mind, and it was a girl's confession after a while.