"Huff... Huff..."
Lin Xingjie's chest heaved violently.
That loud shout just now had given vent to the emotions built up deep inside her, while also nearly squeezing all the air out of her lungs, causing her to feel momentarily breathless.
"Die for love, die for love, die for love, die for love, die for love..."
Her echo resonated in the dark space, and the more it echoed, the clearer it became to her ears, as though she were in a spacious, secluded chamber.
Although there was likely no one else nearby, the long-haired girl's cheeks still blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed.
First she cupped one cheek in her hand, then covered her hot forehead, muttering softly,
"...I really said it."
"Relieved," "relaxed," whatever you call it, they were nothing but a façade, a pretense she subconsciously put on to mask her true feelings.