Her family tragedy made her aware long ago that a marriage based solely on love is the most fragile. Even if her father loved her mother dearly, he also had other deeply cherished family mbers. Once the balance tips and isn’t handled well, inevitably one side will suffer. Let alone issues like making mistakes and betrayal — she absolutely cannot accept those.
Moreover, she learned one thing from her parents’ marriage: hesitation breeds chaos. Even if they still like each other, if they can’t be together, then they can’t be together. Forced happiness isn’t happiness at all. Not only will neither parent be happy, but the child won’t be either.
If Bo Yan were to stop loving her in the future, she would be upset, but she could accept it, as long as he could be honest and straightforward about it. What she hates the most is indecisive procrastination, which harms oneself and one’s family.
Since the conversation had reached this point, Bo Yan spoke up: "I also don’t know what the future holds. After all, the human heart is the most uncontrollable thing. You are the first person I fell in love with and the one I love most to this day. I love you after knowing your little quirks, your strengths, and weaknesses — just because of you, not for any other reason. I don’t know if this feeling will fade or lighten later. But the one thing I do know is that even if it fades or lightens, that feeling is sothing one can experience only once in life. So, even if we really beco impossible, I probably wouldn’t look for anyone else."
Xia Siyu squinted her eyes and asked him, "Really?"
Bo Yan nodded seriously, "Seriously."
Xia Siyu asked again, "What if you lie to ?"
Bo Yan laughed, "Didn’t you say you’d take a knife to chop up if I lied to you? For my personal safety, I’d better be well-behaved."
Xia Siyu bowed her head, staying silent for quite a while, and when she spoke again, she turned and picked up a bottle of drink, twisted the cap for ages without opening it, handed it to Bo Yan, who opened it for her.
After taking a sip, Xia Siyu lifted her head and said, "So how do you plan to respond to Wu Di’s issue?"
Bo Yan’s expression eased a bit, and he said, "Although she’s an artist under the company, she can’t just spout nonsense and casually pair with a nonexistent girlfriend, right? Since she spewed gossip just to steal the spotlight, don’t bla for being ruthless."
Xia Siyu again remained silent for a while, then when she looked up again, she said, "I hate Xia Sicai. I don’t want you to be involved with her in any form."
Bo Yan nodded, "Rest assured."
Xia Siyu paused for a mont and added, "Also, husband."
Bo Yan responded with a "Hmm", and Xia Siyu placed the drink aside, "I really like you."
Bo Yan was montarily stunned. Just monts ago, his mood had been calm to the point of somberness, yet at this mont, he felt as if he’d eaten a piece of chocolate with a liquor-filled center. Not only was it sweet, but also a bit intoxicating.
Although Xia Siyu had said "like" before, she rarely said it this earnestly. Like a mischievous child who occasionally does sothing touching, making it even more moving.
He nodded and said, " too."
The road far into the future was uncertain for him, but in the foreseeable future, he would be happy to walk hand in hand with her.
**
That night, Bo Yan issued another harshly worded statent: "I have never dated my sister-in-law, nor are we a couple. We do know each other as childhood friends, but have never officially dated."
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