Her eyes were red. "Xixi, I really don't know how to thank you..."
Yan Xixi laughed. "Don't be silly. Haven't we always taken care of each other? You don't need to be so polite with me."
Xu Xiaoya didn't say anything more. The experiences of the past year had felt like a lifetime. Parents, lover... In the end, she sadly realized she was no different from Yan Xixi—ultimately, still all alone. Luckily, they still had each other.
She tightly gripped Yan Xixi's hand. Yan Xixi teased her, "Xiaoya, if you keep this up, people will think we're lesbians."
Xu Xiaoya responded seriously, "Heterosexual relationships are for procreation; homosexual ones are the truest form of human love."
Yan Xixi burst into laughter.
Xu Xiaoya glanced ahead and saw Wan Donglin standing alone on the large outdoor terrace, holding a cup of tea.
She lowered her voice. "Xixi, the Third Young Master is truly a good man."
"A good man?"
