She couldn’t possibly dislike such an atmosphere and feeling, so even though they had their disagreents, certain things seed inseparable.
Like, happiness.
As Nangong Jin once said, there are many sorrows that only ti can erase, but if you’re a little happier, they won’t hurt as much.
Happiness and amusent are things that no one can resist, and if possible, let that happiness and warmth spread endlessly.
Let it spread unrestrained.
But it was difficult for her, Gu Qibao, to return to the carefree state of mind she once had.
Lost in thought, the four of them were deep in an intense ga of mahjong, and Nangong Jin was really having a rough ti.
For so reason, his luck with the tiles was just terrible at the mont.
With his bad luck, and the Di brothers holding back his tiles, he couldn’t seem to win.
After collecting her thoughts, Di Jinxuan heard Gu Qibao and the others still gossiping about the tattoo and suddenly asked out of curiosity, "Can this be removed?"
Her question caught everyone off guard.
Nangong Ran was the quickest to react, blurting out, "Why would you want to remove it?"
"Yeah, why remove it?" Di Xiaxia also asked curiously.
Gu Qibao was even more direct, "Do you dislike it, so you want Jinxuan to remove it?"
Only then did Di Jinxuan realize she had spoken too hastily. She really didn’t an it that way, it was just a casual question.
You see, that’s the trouble with being among acquaintances; no matter how awkward or inappropriate you felt before, once you sit down and start chatting, you suddenly forget the embarrassnt.
It felt just like old tis, and so she beca unguarded.
She had really just suddenly forgotten the disagreent she had with Nangong Jin, damn it!
Gu Qibao’s comnt made Di Jinxuan blush, and she quickly retorted, "What does it have to do with ? I was just asking casually."
Indeed, it had nothing to do with her. It was his tattoo, his choice to remove it or not. Besides, she hadn’t said she didn’t like the tattoo.
Actually, her point was that her attention was entirely on the tattoo; she just happened to ask if it could be removed.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Nangong Jin lifted his lip in a smirk, casually saying, "You can remove it, if you don’t like it, just wash it off."
It wasn’t clear whether he was referring to Di Jinxuan not liking it, or himself.
Nangong Jin’s response left everyone stunned again.
Di Mingjue was also curious, so he blurted out, "Doesn’t it hurt?"
From what he understood, removing a tattoo was supposed to be a painful process.
"It hurts," Nangong Jin nodded, a teasing smile on his lips, "How could it not? But if you don’t like it, why keep it?"
Di Mingzhe glanced at him and said indifferently, "If you don’t like it, why did you get it tattooed?"
Di Jinxuan’s heart was racing, all mixed up. Just when she thought Nangong Jin was about to say sothing like "If Little Xuanxuan doesn’t like it, I’ll remove it," Nangong Jin suddenly spoke.
"Tattoos are for others to see; if soone doesn’t like it, then it’s fine to remove it."
He said it lightly, even with a smile, but there was a serious undertone to his words.
However, this ti his words were more cryptic, but everyone quickly understood who he was probably referring to.
Right after he spoke, Di Mingchen threw down his hand of tiles, boasting proudly, "I win with two, five, eight."
It was only then that Nangong Jin realized that the ga was over—over!
And he was still miserably without a winning hand.
In the midst of their previous conversation, he had actually forgotten to set them up for a win.
Suddenly, it was all just pitiful and distressing.
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