"What did you just say?" she spoke, her tone lifeless and mechanical, like a doll.
"Yang Lingyun likes you," Ding Feng repeated. "He has liked you for a long time."
Xia Lihua's mouth opened, but no words came out. It was as if she had been robbed of every word in the dictionary.
Seeing Xia Lihua's shocked expression, Ding Feng smiled bitterly. So she was that shocked to know about it, huh?
It was not unknown to him how much Xia Lihua loved Yang Lingyun. After all, it was Ding Feng who had torn up the love letter Xia Lihua had written to Yang Lingyun.
"It must sound like I am talking in some alien language," Ding Feng said.
"You must be mistaken," Xia Lihua managed to say, her voice shaky. "He doesn't like me. He never did, or else he—"
"There are a lot of misunderstandings," Ding Feng interrupted. "Yang Lingyun thought your cousin was the one who recorded the songs for him. That's why he bottled up his feelings for you and went after her."
