Ariel Zimmerman had just finished washing up and was listening to her agent discuss the upcoming work schedule.
Hearing the special notification alert, she opened Weibo and saw Gregory Xander’s deliberately highlighted repost and those four words.
At first, she was dumbfounded, but then she couldn’t help but jump up in place, exclaiming,
"Ah!"
Her agent on the other end of the voice call was startled and was about to ask, but Ariel had already hurriedly dismissed him and hung up.
She reopened the page, zoomed in, and read it three more times before finally confirming that she hadn’t misread.
Then she jumped onto the bed, bouncing around in excitement.
After bouncing twice, she seemed to recall something, opened Gregory Xander’s chat window, took a screenshot, and asked him,
[What does this mean?]
Gregory Xander seemed to already know she would ask, so he responded quickly, [Just an explanation.]
Ariel couldn’t accept that answer and directly asked him,
[Is this a confession?]
She seemed very insistent on his answer.
Or rather, she was insistent on his attitude.
On the other end, Gregory Xander thought so too, but since he had answered once before, this time he answered straightforwardly.
[Yes.]
Although it wasn’t convenient to make it public for now, he still wanted to make up for a bit of regret.
After all, by the time they went public, the feelings then would surely be somewhat different from now.
Since he had already made his choice, Gregory Xander wouldn’t hesitate.
Ariel looked at the word he sent over.
It felt different from hearing it in person; it was a kind of security resting on paper.
Ariel was so excited she pounded the bed, then quickly took a screenshot of the conversation.
She saved a copy on her phone, uploaded one to the cloud, and sent one to Gregory Xander.
[This screenshot is proof.]
No backing out now.
Gregory Xander looked at the screenshot, noting that despite the simple chat window, the background image used was a candid half-body shot of himself.
Gregory Xander felt as though something had struck his chest, recalling her silent affection for him in the past, feeling an inexplicable pang of heartache.
His gaze fell on the cartoon figurine on the desk, and Gregory opened the voice recorder to leave her a message.
No hesitation, no second thoughts; some words, that phrase, just naturally and solemnly came out.
He said,
"Ariel Zimmerman, I like you."
No proof needed, and he definitely wouldn’t regret it.
If these words could reassure her, he’d say them to her a thousand times, ten thousand times.
What Gregory Xander didn’t know was that upon hearing his voice message, Ariel Zimmerman hugged her phone as her eyes welled up again.
She played the voice message, repeatedly listening to those seven words, as if she wanted to engrave them into her heart.
At this moment, she finally felt the realness of them being together.
Opening the voice message, her voice slightly hoarse and somewhat coquettish, she said,
"Gregory Xander, I want to see you, now."
Ariel Zimmerman, full of anticipation, nervously checked her appearance, intending to choose an outfit, when Gregory Xander’s message arrived.
"It’s too late, it’s not suitable."
A single man and woman meeting late at night was not proper etiquette, not to mention they were staying in a hotel with other crew members.
If seen, it wouldn’t be good for her reputation.
He said it very earnestly, but Ariel felt as if a cold bucket of water had been poured over her.
Ariel: ...
This old-fashioned guy!
However, considering his verbal confession, she let it slide.
*
While Ariel was enveloped in sweetness, Gregory Xander’s four words soared to the top of the trending list on Weibo thanks to Ariel’s popularity that day.
Ariel’s fans went crazy.

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