"You have someone you like."
"Yes."
"Is it Satan?"
"It's not him."
Timothy's tone was sharp, "If you want to reject me, you need to tell the truth. You have feelings for him, I can feel it."
Ye Anqi glanced at him, "It's not that I have feelings for him, the person I like closely resembles him, I thought he was him, but he is not."
"You mean, there's someone who looks like Satan?"
"Pretty much..."
"Where is he?"
"He... died."
"I've been very curious, Satan hasn't met you, and I've never heard about you, why do you like him so much, turns out it's for this reason. Since the person you like is gone, you might consider me, I am not bad."
Ye Anqi showed a smile, "But my heart only has him. Mr. Timothy, please don't waste any more effort."
Timothy found it amusing, "You're the first person to reject me so directly."
"I hate being burdened by such emotional debts the most. Sorry, Mr. Timothy, I can only do this."
"No, you're doing great, you're honest."
