If he really liked her, shouldn't he be even more afraid of losing her?
Even if they didn't keep in touch, even if it was just polite contact, even if he didn't respond, he still shouldn't have been able to harden his heart enough to just delete her contact, right?
Di Yimo just sat there in the chair lost in thought, until the pilot asked, "Young master, can we go now?"
"Let's go." Di Yimo finally tossed his phone onto the chair next to him and closed his eyes in utter exhaustion.
...
Time didn't feel particularly fast or slow, and in the blink of an eye, a sigh-inducing ten years had passed.
In these ten years Di Yimo went back to the country every year, but he flatly refused to mention anything about Nangong Xiao, and even when he came back he rarely attended any gatherings.
