Jun Wu Xie had in both her past and present lives, been a cold and unfeeling person. The number of people she cared for in her heart, could be counted off with one hand.
These people were comrades with whom went through life and death with her, and her blood related family who truly genuinely cared for her.
But for Jun Wu Yao, she did not know where to place him.
He was not a comrade to her, nor were they blood related.
But he had always appeared in her time of need, and disappear without a trace after. He cannot be found, but it seemed he was everywhere as well.
Detest?
Doesn't seem like it.
"If you don't detest me, that means you like me?" Cheekiness flashed in Jun Wu Yao's eyes as he raised Jun Wu Xie's hand and kissed her fingertips.
"I'm so happy to know my little angel actually likes me!"
