Oh, Di Xiaxia, you’re actually quite a bastard. What makes you think you deserve my big brother’s love?
Right, right. You don’t actually deserve it, really.
It’s time for her to dismiss the notion of Mingzhe being her third brother. That was just a naive dream she once had.
A dream existed for so long and spoken about often becomes a lie. If the lie is repeated enough, she mistook it for the truth.
But it’s not the truth at all, just a lie she convinced herself into believing.
Di Xiaxia turned her gaze out the window, unable to hold back her tears, her eyes and nose turning red.
She’s always been as stubborn as a child, but this time her stubbornness hurt herself.
Her third brother deserves love and a blissful happiness, but the only person who can give him all of that is Gu Qibao.
There’s only one person in the world who can do that.
The tears slowly dried on her face, leaving it feeling tight like a clown’s.
But her heart was finally clear. Those tears were like murky water she had squeezed out from the bottom of her heart.
From now on, she will feel lighter. She was supposed to understand today, but seeing Di Mingjue made her choke again.
But it was a good thing. At least she learned to let it go completely.
Di Xiaxia sniffed, her nose felt clogged, but she managed to lift her lips, opened the car window, and quietly looked outside.
The hand Di Mingzhe used to hold the tablet unconsciously tightened, his knuckles turning white.
Despite diligently working, he can’t help but lift his eyes to look at her.
In the reflection of the car window, he saw her beautiful face. Tears streaming down her cheeks.
Quiet tears rolled down her face, desperate and aggrieved.
He knew why, wanted to say something, wanted to do something, but in the end, it all turned into powerlessness. What could he do? What could he say?
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