Yan Luoxi frowned tightly, why is this child's view of love so solitary and extreme? Did she not set a good example? Is that why he harbors such thoughts at such a young age?
"Xiaoling, love requires mutual consent."
Yanling looked earnestly at his mother, "I know, that's why I'll give her three chances to leave me. If she uses all three chances, then in life she's mine, and in death, she's my ghost, Uncle Yeqi, what do you think?"
Li Yeqi looked at the child's seriousness and determination; this child was more opinionated than he imagined, especially when it came to love. And him? His decisiveness seemed to pale in comparison to a child's.
He gazed thoughtfully at Yan Luoxi.
Yan Luoxi felt a chill as she met Li Yeqi's gaze. She cleared her throat and said to him, "It's getting late; thank you for taking the time to come see Xiaoling, but it's time for Xiaoling to rest."
The implication was to ask him to leave.
