As he spoke such words, his handso face, still tinged with youthful innocence, was already covered in tears.
Di Jinxuan was flustered for a mont. She had never seen Bo Chenghe with tears streaming down his face before, especially not in front of her, tears silently overflowing in her presence.
"What’s wrong, don’t, don’t cry," Di Jinxuan said, sowhat panicked, trying to grab a tissue but then realizing she hadn’t brought anything.
"It’s a bit embarrassing." Bo Chenghe laughed self-deprecatingly and stretched out his slender fingers to rub his eyes.
Di Jinxuan stood in front of him, sowhat helpless, unable to act tough and cold as usual in the face of Bo Chenghe. What should she do?
"Alright," Bo Chenghe took a deep breath, "It’s ti to go in, it’s windy and cold outside."
"You go in first," Di Jinxuan lowered her eyelids, "I’ll co in a bit."
"Okay." Bo Chenghe nodded, wanted to touch her head, but eventually just gestured above her head hesitantly, then stopped and let his hand fall, "Alright, then co in quickly."
"Okay," Di Jinxuan looked up and forced a faint smile.
Bo Chenghe turned and walked away. As he left, he seed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking. She was about to get married.
Di Jinxuan watched as he walked away, his back so desolate, suddenly unsure of what to say or think, her mind a bit blank.
She disliked these sad emotions, she really wanted to treat Bo Chenghe coldly and ruthlessly, but could she really do it?
Facing such a man, no, he should still be called a boy, could she treat him coldly?
Probably not.
"Sigh..." Suddenly, a sigh ca through, and Di Jinxuan was slightly taken aback, lifting her eyes towards the side where the bushes were.
Nangong Ran ca out leisurely from the bushes.
Di Jinxuan frowned suspiciously, "Were you squatting in the bushes?"
"No, I just happened to be passing by, saw you two talking and then ducked in," Nangong Ran pursed his lips, "I accidentally heard Hehe’s heartfelt confession to you, it moved to tears."
Di Jinxuan didn’t speak, just lowering her gaze, her emotions seeming sowhat downcast.
Nangong Ran lifted his eyes to her, extended his hand and poked her arm, "Di Jinxuan, I say you are truly disastrous, clearly there are far fewer monks than porridge, yet you just monopolized a few."
Di Jinxuan: "..."
"You heard everything." Di Jinxuan furrowed her brows, "His behavious really puts in a difficult position."
"What difficult position?" Nangong Ran spoke coarsely, "As long as they want you to be happy, don’t mind him. What do you have to feel troubled about? Maybe, Bo Chenghe is just a masochist, likes to torture himself, seek pain, and you can’t stop it. You just need to be clear about your own heart, whether you like my third brother or him."
"Of course it’s your third brother." Di Jinxuan answered without hesitation.
"Then that settles it." Nangong Ran stepped forward and draped an arm around her shoulder, "You like my third brother, so you don’t need to care about others. If they like you, want to dedicate themselves to you, that’s their business. You can’t interfere, can’t stop it. You can’t be upset just because you can’t reciprocate their love."
"But Bo Chenghe..."
"I know." Nangong Ran interrupted her, "Bo Chenghe behaving like this does make people uncomfortable and sympathetic, I saw it and wanted to beat him, but you need to understand, the person you chose is not him, so you don’t need to carry any burden for him, everything is his choice."
"But I still feel very sad." Di Jinxuan said suddenly bursting into tears.
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