As his eyes opened again, Di Mingzhe’s deep gaze gradually cleared. He moved his hand over the tablet and imrsed himself in his work.
Work hard. Sothing must fill the hollow heart.
When your heart becos full, so things fade away without you realizing it.
Di Xiaxia closed her eyes at his side. It seed like she was sound asleep, but she was not.
Her mood wasn’t much better than Di Mingzhe’s.
Her feelings were complicated, truly complicated.
After all this ti, she had grown to like Gu Qibao very much.
Gu Qibao was so adorable, so energetic, sweet talking and kind-hearted. Her nurous virtues made it impossible not to adore her.
Plus, Gu Qibao’s temperant paired really well with Di Mingjue’s. A ’perfect match’ would not be an overstatent.
One hot, one cold; one rise, one fall—it was harmony in its purest form.
The happiness between the two of them was palpable to anyone who had seen them.
How could she bear to see Di Mingjue unhappy?
Although she was a bit unsure about her feelings for Di Mingjue, whether it was love, like, or curiosity, he was the man she had been pursuing for twenty years.
It’s like a lie— if you say it for long enough and repeat it enough tis, you’ll begin to believe it yourself.
Di Xiaxia barely pulled up the corners of her mouth. In fact, love is kind of like a huge gamble. You don’t know who loses or wins, but there’s always a winner and, inevitably, a loser.
In the relationship between her and Di Mingjue, she was undoubtedly the loser, utterly and completely.
But what about between her and Di Mingzhe?
Upon this thought, Di Xiaxia abruptly opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at Di Mingzhe.
Di Mingzhe was diligently viewing sothing on his tablet, sothing resting within his email inbox. He was focused, utterly absorbed.
Di Xiaxia blinked; she found his handso features, especially his side profile, staggeringly attractive.
Well, between her and Di Mingzhe, it was clear that she was the victor.
A sharp pain filled her heart.
Thinking about their last twenty years.
She abruptly wanted to ask him, ’Big brother, are you tired?’
If she’s tired, perhaps he’s also tired, or even more so.
She opened her mouth a few tis, intending to voice this question. But seeing how engrossed Di Mingzhe was, she swallowed her words.
Suddenly, she felt unworthy of Di Mingzhe’s affection over the past twenty years.
As he once said to her, ’Di Xiaxia, have you ever looked at with affection in the past twenty years?’
He questioned, ’Di Xiaxia, do you really think so lowly of ? Do you view as a despicable person?’
He confessed, ’Since I know you like Mingjue, I’ve kept quiet for twenty years, not wanting to intrude into your life.’
Now that Di Mingjue was supposedly a figure of her past, he had stepped into her life.
Dominantly, aggressively, making it impossible for her to say no.
Her heartache spread as she felt an emotion resembling guilt surge within her.
Di Xiaxia’s eyes began to moisten, an inexplicable wave of sadness and repression engulfing her.
Di Jinxuan said, ’Our big brother deserves deep, tender love.’
Yes, the big brother surely does deserve deep, tender love.
His endurance, his silence, his ’granting’, everything about him was so beautiful.
What about her then?
She was nothing. At tis, she behaved as willfully as a child, unintentionally hurting the ones she never wanted to hurt in the first place.
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