Even though I know in my heart that I love you more, I still prefer seeing you love more.
That’s how we feel our own existence, proof of being loved.
Love is always like this, it has many faces.
Because of love, we care, we get jealous.
Because of love, we are tolerant, understanding, generous, gentle, we even act spoiled, but we also let loose.
Because love also has another side.
Because of love, we beco possessive.
Because of love, we can’t stand any imperfections.
Because of love, we indulge in wild thoughts, overthinking everything.
So, love is a double-edged sword; it can bring such sweetness that the whole world can’t contain the happiness, but it can also cause you to fall from the clouds to the depths with heart-wrenching pain.
We usually refer to this process as reconciliation, a mix of joy and sorrow.
Because even when we are deeply in love, we’re still just one person, one mindset.
This process is rely a way of proving you love .
Childish actions and thoughts, all because of love.
Love is really a blend of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy; our struggles are just to prove you love and I love you.
Di Jinxuan took a taxi back to the Di Family mansion, indeed worn out by this affair, she planned to take a few days off to recuperate.
Nangong Jin also hailed a taxi and got in, smoking in silence.
The driver reminded him, "Sorry, sir, you can’t smoke in the car."
"But I want to smoke," Nangong Jin replied.
The driver: "..."
"It’s the rule, please extinguish your cigarette," the driver politely reminded.
Nangong Jin didn’t reply, too lazy to engage with the driver, unwilling to say even one extra word.
So he just smoked silently, not speaking.
The driver frowned, turned the steering wheel, and pulled over, saying unpleasantly, "With this behavior, I have to ask you to get out."
Get out then!
Nangong Jin didn’t say anything, opened the door directly, and got off, opting to walk ho.
The hazy moonlight cast a lonely shadow on him, smoking a cigarette, his charming eyes squinted from the smoke.
His mind was in chaos, unable to untangle his thoughts.
All his mories with Di Jinxuan played repeatedly like a movie in his mind.
He suddenly realized, deep down, he was already captivated by her, unable to bear her slightest indifference.
He always domineeringly wished for her affection.
Loyal to her kindness, so whenever she got angry, he would panic, and in his panic, he sotis couldn’t control his temper.
Actually, it’s not entirely his fault; he joined the underworld at sixteen, managing the Netherworld Pavilion, needing a temper to command respect.
Ten years in the underworld, so habits seem ingrained, changes require a process.
In truth, everyone is justified in this matter. It’s just that first love is always so cautious and exhausting.
He realized how cold his body had beco upon reaching ho; without Di Jinxuan by his side, the road was unexpectedly hard to walk...
At this mont, Di Mingjue also returned ho, where Gu Qibao was still waiting, sitting obediently on the sofa with her chanical cat, watching TV.
A warmth surged in Di Mingjue’s heart, touched by the sight. In the night, soone waits for you, leaves a light on just for you—this strong sense of belonging made him feel satisfied.
"Qibao." He approached, lovingly embraced her, kissing her hair, filled with affection.
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