“But… I like men who speak like this. It feels very elegant and wise. I like men like this,” I said happily.

“Pfft. Then you shouldn’t like Harry,” Xing Chuan joked.

I chuckled, replying, “Right. I found it strange too. I should have liked Raffles back then. Raffles should have been my type: Smart, wise, elegant. But he was too timid. He only confessed his love for me when Harry encouraged him to.”

“Harry really loves you. You make him worry all the time,” Xing Chuan said with a smile. He became apologetic, saying, “I ruined him, but he… forgave me…"

“And that’s why I love him. He always says that he wants to safeguard my kindness, but he’s always been far kinder...