Duan Tang's gaze flickered, watching Jiang Xiaoying for a moment, then he withdrew his eyes.
"Things aren't as simple as you say, liking someone doesn't necessarily mean being together. As long as she's happy, that's enough." Duan Tang picked up that piece of paper again and carefully read the graceful yet strong handwriting on it one more time.
"How do you know she's really happy?" Jiang Xiaoying pouted.
Duan Tang chuckled lightly and glanced at Jiang Xiaoying, "That man loves her like his life. Even if the girl wanted his life, he would kill himself without hesitation. Maybe you don't believe in such feelings existing in this world, but that's how they are. I never had a chance to intervene."
