Maybe I was really too shocked, and he smiled helplessly, "I thought you could guess from the note." He added, "I think many fans have guessed it." I suddenly remembered those comments I had seen before.

　　"57" means "wife." Using the nine-key to type "57" will come out as "wife." God! How dare I think like that.

　　I dare not even think about it even if I have guts! He explained, "That's what the note means." He said, "After all, you like Xing Liang, so I should annoy you with those two words, but not using them makes me unhappy.

　　I thought about it and decided to use 57, it's good for both of us." I felt dazed and thought of that A again.

　　I asked, "What about the WeChat note?" "This way, I can see your name first every time I open the contact list," he said.

　　"I want to have the courage to contact you, even if you still like Xing Liang." I pressed my lips tightly and stared at him in a daze.

　　I doubted everything I heard.

　　"I have liked you for almost ten years," he said slowly.

　　"When I saw the message you sent, my hand under the table shook uncontrollably.

　　Fortunately, the livestream ended in time, otherwise I wouldn't know how to act like everything was normal." "The result was that my account got stolen," he laughed helplessly again.

　　"But I also have to thank the scammer," he said.

　　"Otherwise, I wouldn't have dared to contact you.

　　I could only secretly care about whether you and Xing Liang were together or not." "Stop liking Xing Liang, okay?" he requested.

　　"Is Xing Liang really that great? Is he worth you liking for so long? Aren't you tired of liking him?" He paused for a long time and asked cautiously, "Since my note used to be 'husband,' does it mean that you temporarily liked me?" "Even if it's just...

　　the kind of liking that fans have." "Does it mean that I have a chance to pursue you?" He sounded so gentle and humble.

　　Why does he have to be so humble? Why does someone like him have to be humble for me? A wave of indescribable bitterness surged in my heart.

　　I wanted to cry, and I actually cried.

　　Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I opened my mouth wanting to say no, that I had never liked Xing Liang, that I had always liked you, but it seemed like something was choking my throat, and I couldn't make the sound I wanted to make.

　　I opened and opened my mouth, but I could only sob and couldn't say a complete sentence.

　　The more anxious I was, the more confused I became.

　　Fang Yanliang's heart ached in an instant, and he hugged me, patting my back gently, and patiently comforted me, "It's okay, it's okay, if you don't like me, there's no need to cry." He said, "If you don't like me, then I'm the one who should cry, right?" He tried to make me laugh with his words, but I couldn't laugh at all, I still wanted to cry.

　　Suddenly, I hated my own cowardice.

　　Why couldn't I bravely say that I liked him before? Why did I waste all these years?

　　What does it matter these missed years? If I had openly admitted my feelings for him back then, the outcome wouldn't be like this now for sure.

　　I cried in his arms for a long time, gasping for breath.

　　It took a while for my mood to gradually calm down.

　　The cotton pajamas on Fang Yanliang's body had been soaked by my tears.

　　He flicked my forehead with his finger and said, "You even took a bath for me with your tears." Fang Yanliang got up to pour water for me.

　　I stayed in place, took a deep breath, exhaled, and finally bravely and completely said those words when he handed me the water.

　　"I only like you."