"You said Your Majesty also likes me, but every time His Majesty sees me, he doesn't look very happy." Miao Miao pursed her lips, thinking of how Chen Yin, always so high above, lost his composure before her time and again. She felt a twinge of guilt, that rare little emotion flickered for a moment, but she couldn't grasp it.
Du Xixi affectionately patted Miao Miao's shoulder. Her fingers were slender, but her hands were not very large, in fact, they were quite delicate. When they landed on Miao Miao's shoulder, it was as if a piece of exquisite white jade gently fell, without making a sound: "Because you don't like him."
"Liking is a one-sided affair. He likes you, so he can be happy for you, and he can be sad for you." Du Xixi laughed lightly, an intrigued expression on her face, "I have known my brother for many years, he practically watched me grow up, knows me very well, but I also understand him, who watched me grow up, very well."
