...How can one describe that kind of flutter in the heart?
In just that instant, Annan knew—the question that Grandmother wished Annan to ask already had a very clear answer.
But just as Grandmother had said...
If even "confession" must be left to the girl, it would not only make Kafney seem lacking in ladylike decorum and restraint, but also make Annan appear to have no responsibility and lacking in courage.
So, Annan spoke directly.
"Kafney..."
He hesitated a little, feeling somewhat shy, and used a slightly more tactful expression: "I like you. I have for a long time now."
"I love you, sir... No, Annan."
Kafney replied without hesitation: "I love you—from the very start, from the moment we first met, I have already fallen for you.
"Since then, I hoped we could be together..."
As Kafney spoke, she lifted the quilt off herself.
