Jiang Qingli stared at the number for a few seconds before burying her face in the quilt again, screaming silently.
030 had once casually thrown a pile of the male leads' favorability ratings at her, explaining that 80% was the passing line for love.
So 99%... That was way over the passing line.
'Is this even possible…'
Jiang Qingli bit her lip and shut her eyes in frustration, but scenes from tonight flooded her mind.
The seaside, where night had not yet fully fallen. Everything was bathed in a hazy, blue light.
She had crouched down to pick up seashells, and he was beside her, collecting them and carefully washing them clean in the seawater.
The water flowed through his fingers, gently caressing her palm. It receded with the tide, only to surge forward again a second later, repeatedly washing over the lines on her hand, conveying a warmth she hadn't known for over a thousand days and nights.
