Ruan Xixia looked at him absentmindedly, almost drowning in the deep emotion in Ji Yemo's eyes.
He always follows through on his words, sincere in his dealings; she knows that if he says so, it is definitely not a lie.
But... thinking of Miaomiao, Ruan Xixia curled her lips in self-mockery:
"Ji Yemo, if you had said this to me when you were sixteen, no, even when you were in your twenties, I would have been with you without hesitation. But sorry, I am now 27 years old. I have no obligation to wait for you in the same spot after chasing you for ten years."
Her voice was very calm. After listening, Ji Yemo let out a bitter smile and slowly released her hand.
"I understand," he said as such.
"Let's maintain a friendship from now on, it will be good for us both!" Ruan Xixia's smile was bright, like wearing a mask; beautiful yet carrying a sense of alienation.
