Su Xinhe was taken aback before she gave a bitter smile and shook her head:
"You know I've never been in love before, in matters of the heart, just like you, I'm a blank slate with no experience to speak of."
"However..."
As she spoke, Su Xinhe's conversation took a turn and she said, "Last night when I was scrolling through Weibo, I saw a quote. It said that love isn't necessarily feeling extremely happy when the other person is in front of you, but rather, when that person vanishes, you feel incredibly anxious in your heart, your mind is filled with lingering thoughts of them, filled with memories of them, even if those memories are of times they treated you poorly. When you think back on them, it's still a kind of happiness, a luxury—that is love."
Su Xinhe rambled on, but when she turned her head, she saw Cheng Miaohan crying and laughing at the same time, "Is this what love is? Does that mean I've fallen in love with someone?"