As she spoke, Di Xiaxia was staring intently at his face, unwilling to miss any change in his expression. She wanted to see his reaction.
As soon as she stopped speaking, Di Mingzhe’s face seed to turn a shade paler. He reacted reflexively and blurted out, "Impossible."
"Why?" Di Xiaxia asked.
Di Mingzhe took a deep breath, also staring at her, "That request crosses my bottom line. I’ve said it before, apart from this request, you can do whatever you want."
"Really?" Di Xiaxia raised her eyebrows; her heart was beating faster, but she kept a straight face.
She stared at Di Mingzhe and spoke word by word, "But have you ever heard that to love is to love a person’s all, not to possess them, but to make them happy. Are you ready to keep by your side for a lifeti? Even if I don’t love you, not at all, are you still going to keep captive? Why not let go?
Why not let go, and free yourself as well? Or is it that you do not love enough!"
Di Mingzhe looked at her as if he had been struck by lightning, and a deep fatigue erged from his dark eyes.
He had been avoiding this all along, running away, for fear that she would say these things to him!
But in the end, could he still run away?
She said it so bluntly, straightforward, didn’t it all an the sa thing?
She wanted to leave him and wanted him to stop pestering her forever?
He wished he could, too!
But he couldn’t!
If he could, he would have let her go gracefully a long ti ago.
In the past, he let her go because Di Mingjue was involved. Brotherly love, fraternal bond; he didn’t want to compete with his own brother over anything.
Now that Di Mingjue has soone he loves, he can’t let go, he would never let go in his lifeti!
Why should he let go?
Is it wrong for him to pursue her?
Or is his approach wrong?
He was confused, all he knew was that he would rather die than let go.
A love spanning twenty years has been embedded in his blood and bones - how could he let go?
Di Mingzhe didn’t respond, just staring at her, his gaze felt like it could burn her to ashes.
After a while, he spoke, his tone was ominously cold, "Di Xiaxia, I advise you to forget about this idea. I can tell you clearly now, yes, I plan to keep you by my side for a lifeti! In this lifeti, you have no choice but to love !"
After he said it, he just stared at her, his avoidance from earlier had been replaced by a hardened gaze.
He was being defiant, absolutely defiant.
Even though his heart was in pain, his face remained calm, he was fearless.
This ti he didn’t walk away, he didn’t hurt her, he just told her directly.
No, this wasn’t just telling, it was an order, a command!
He was already prepared for the worst - they could end up being at odds with each other for a lifeti, just like what Nangong Jin had said!
No matter what, he would never let go, never!
Di Xiaxia fell silent - so he really wasn’t willing to let go?
His distance from her wasn’t because his feelings for her had faded, or because he wanted to let go?
Then why has he been so cold to her all this ti?
Why did he practically abandon her, leaving her to fend for herself?
Why is that?
In that mont, Di Mingzhe was watching, then suddenly leaned over, reached into the lowest drawer of the bedside table and pulled sothing out.
He placed that object directly into her hand without a hint of hesitation.
The object in her hand was as cold as iron. What was it?
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