So you're only coming back after Nangong Xiao gets married?
Gu Qibao was shocked and somewhat puzzled, raising her eyes in surprise to look at the boy's still youthful back, unable to resist asking, "Di Yimo, you said you didn't like Nangong Xiao!"
"Who told you I liked her?" Di Yimo turned his head, his eyes somewhat cold, but his answer was simple, "I don't like her, I just don't want to trouble you all. Since you're trying to be proactive, someone has to compromise. I'm a man, so I should compromise."
"Is that so?" Gu Qibao seemed still a bit skeptical.
"Yeah." Di Yimo nodded, then turned back, gently lowered his eyes. I don't like her, I just, maybe, have fallen in love with her.
Watching Di Yimo's departing figure, Gu Qibao really didn't know what to say.
Were they wrong?
Were they wrong?
Maybe. If love can really be stopped, then it probably can't be called love at all.
Love, that thing, ha, sometimes it truly has the power to destroy heaven and earth, frightening.
