"Are you telling me the truth, Cillian?"

Cillian looked at Yitty's hand that was grabbing him. He took it in his and nodded seriously at her. "Yes, I'm telling you the truth. It's straight from my heart. There's nothing else I can say if you don't believe me." After all, Yitty did not believe him before as he had used up all of her trust.

Cillian did not ask for her to believe his words. All he knew was that he wanted to tell Yitty about how he really felt. That way, he would have no regrets.

However, it hurt a lot for him to wish her happiness. It hurt so much that his fingers were trembling from it.

"If what you said was true, why are you leaving?"

He smiled bitterly. "Wouldn't it be awkward between us if I don't leave the room?"

Yitty gave a long sigh. "If you were telling the truth, you shouldn't leave the room."

Cillian was surprised at this. He asked, "Why?"

Could it be...

was right. You are a blockhead... Maybe it's better that I make it clear. Beating about the bush is not my thing. You knew very well how I felt about you, but why did you avoid it time and time again? Haven't you considered my feelings at all?" Cillian was ashamed when she heard

were not what I really felt. How I feel about

imagining

for us if we

any

like ordinary couple who would fight and argue, but it would

feeling sorry for

thought that I would never hear you say anything like that for as long as I lived. I could hardly believe it when I heard you say those words to me. I even wondered if I heard it wrong. Cillian, can you say them to me again?" Cillian caressed Yitty's face. The soft

like

onto the back of

said in a stammer, "Me too... I like you

love. Love was their everlasting promise to

go. Cillian did not want to let her go

on the couch, they started kissing gently which eventually

the room was

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