Watching the backs of the two, Di Wushuang's handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed again, feeling that their silhouettes seemed so lonely, didn't they?
Perhaps, they really can't be together. Sometimes the obstacles of reality are indeed obstacles; you can't pretend they don't exist.
And with so many years still needed to grow up, who can really say anything about the matters of fate?
Even he couldn't confidently say what the future would hold with Angelina. After all, the world is unpredictable, and all he can say is to cherish the present.
Nangong Xiao moved forward with Di Yimo holding her hand, her feelings incredibly complex until they reached the entrance of the Nangong Family's mansion, where Nangong Xiao involuntarily withdrew her hand and whispered from behind, "Di Yimo, stop messing around. Just eat properly, we can't walk in like this holding hands."
"Why?" Di Yimo turned his eyes towards Nangong Xiao.
