Chapter 891: Good!

It's love.

These two words drifted softly into the bottom of her heart, freezing Gu Lianxing's whole world in an instant.

She had never thought that Jiang Lingchuan, a boy with a dull and somewhat wooden personality who did everything meticulously, would say the word "love" so clearly and so openly. But it was precisely because it was him that this word seemed particularly real and heavier than a thousand jun—he never joked.

Joy was visibly spreading over Lianxing's eyebrows and eyes. Her lips parted slightly, and she only spat out one word: "You..."

Jiang Lingchuan's gaze had been fixed on her from beginning to end, his eyes as firm as if they were quenched with starlight: "I'm serious."

If it were in his youth, Jiang Lingchuan would never be so certain. He had always been cautious and understood responsibility better, and would never define his feelings for Lianxing as love at an age that was still immature.

And now he was already a senior, and life was about to enter a new chapter. His feelings for Lianxing had already been precipitated and fermented in his heart for several years. At this moment, he finally had the confidence to bear the weight of the word "love". He loved her, deeply and never wavering.

Gu Lianxing wanted to respond to something, but her throat was stuck by emotion. Her cheeks turned bright red instantly, like ripe cherries, and even the tips of her ears were flushed with a faint pink.

She avoided Jiang Lingchuan's hot gaze in a panic, her fingertips twisting the corners of her clothes unconsciously. The fabric was rubbed into a few shallow wrinkles, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

The joy that had just surged up was now mixed with a bit of shyness and helplessness, blooming on her face, making her look soft.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Lingchuan's eyes softened a bit, and he wasn't anxious, just looking at her. This was the first time she had shown such shyness in front of him, and he wanted to see enough of it.

Yet he didn't know that his own palms were already clenched tight, exuding a thin layer of sweat.

The two stood like this, and for a while, neither of them spoke. Only the gentle wind blew, carrying a bit of the night's coolness and wrapping the unclear and ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Upstairs, Shen Ci crossed her arms and gnawed on an apple, squinting at the two downstairs. Although she couldn't hear what they were saying, she knew there must have been progress just by looking at the atmosphere. The corners of her lips lifted unconsciously, floating a look of relief like an old mother.

For a long time, the waves in Lianxing's heart subsided slightly. She pursed her lips, raised her eyes to look at Jiang Lingchuan again, and when her gaze settled on his face, she suddenly rediscovered his handsomeness—delicate eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, handsome in a particularly upright way.

"I asked you first just now, now it's your turn to ask me." Her voice was light, and after saying this, she couldn't help but turn her face away shyly, but there was a joyful expectation in her heart.

She had even thought about it. Once he asked if she liked him, she would pretend to be reserved and think for a while, and then nod gently.

Jiang Lingchuan moved his lips, looked at her, and asked seriously: "Are you—willing to be with me?"

Lianxing's thoughts paused slightly upon hearing this, and she met Jiang Lingchuan's eyes again. This time, there were no impurities in his eyes, and they were full of expectation.

Looking at such sincere eyes, the reserve and hesitation she had thought of just now all vanished in an instant. It seemed that delaying for another second would be a betrayal of this intention.

She just fell into Jiang Lingchuan's eyes and nodded as if possessed: "Good."

Having received such a positive response from Lianxing, a joyful smile bloomed on Jiang Lingchuan's face. In his excitement, he took two steps forward, reached out, and hugged Lianxing.

Years of suppressed feelings were released at this moment, but his movements were gentle and careful enough, fearing to hurt the person in his arms.

And this hug was also extremely gentlemanly and stopped at a hug. He wasn't greedy to take this opportunity to kiss Lianxing, because everything at this moment was beautiful enough for him.

Of course, he didn't dare either.

Lianxing buried her face in his chest and raised her hand to gently wrap around his waist. This was the first time she had felt his breath so closely. It was a faint mint scent, mixed with the clear smell of a teenager, carrying a slight coolness, but it was exceptionally reassuring. ===== CHAPTER 892 =====