The things you like Manhua

As Lena nervously twisted her paint-stained hands, Mia's bright eyes searched her face for answers. The weight of their discovery hung heavy in the air, the mystery of the love letter unraveling before them. In that moment, Lena felt a surge of courage, a spark of something new and exciting stirring within her. "I... I think I know who wrote the letter," Lena whispered, her voice barely above a breath. Mia's attention sharpened, her gaze fixed on Lena with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Lena took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal. "It was me," she confessed, her words hanging between them like a delicate thread. Mia's eyes widened in surprise, a million unspoken questions swirling in her gaze. Lena braced herself for rejection, for the dismissal of her feelings she had kept hidden for so long. But to her astonishment, Mia's expression softened, a glimmer of understanding dawning in her eyes. Without a word, Mia reached out, gently taking Lena's paint-stained hand in her own. In that simple touch, Lena felt a flood of emotions – relief, vulnerability, and a flicker of hope blooming in her heart. As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the neon lights, Lena and Mia shared a moment of quiet understanding. The unspoken words between them spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings that had brought them together in the first place. In that moment, Lena realized that the things she liked – the art, the quiet moments, and yes, even Mia – had led her to this unexpected, beautiful revelation. And as they stood hand in hand, facing an uncertain future together, Lena couldn't help but feel grateful for the twists and turns that had brought them to this pivotal moment in their journey.