Next, Feng stared up at him, eyes shimmering now. Not with tears, but with something softer. Hope. Vulnerability. Something far more delicate than her usual bratty fire.
And for once, the sharp-tongued girl didn't snap back, didn't deflect with sarcasm or wit.
She just stood there, biting her lip, heart thundering, waiting. "Yes…?"
"I friendzoned you, without addressing things properly. And considering everything we went through… That's not right. It's not fair to you as the awesome person that you are. I wish to change that."
She stood there, frozen, staring up at him with a complex expression. A dozen emotions collided in her sharp eyes. Shock, hope, pride, and above all, confusion.
"… I am listening, Quinlan," she whispered, her voice quieter than usual.
