Cheng Zimo's hands, which were hanging by his sides, suddenly clenched into fists.
Only by restraining his emotions could he not lose control on the spot.
"Yu 'er, it's just a few short years. Why can't you wait for me?"
Zhou Yuwei frowned and looked at Cheng Zimo." It's all in the past. Even if the elders didn't find out that we were planning to elope, I wouldn't have really eloped with you."
"Cheng Zimo, let go of the past. Don't let us become enemies!"
Cheng Zimo's eyes turned red as he said hoarsely," Do you really not like me at all?"
I only like Xi now."
Cheng Zimo left dejectedly.
Not long after he walked out of the palace, he met Xi, who had just returned from Zhou Heng's place.
Xi was wearing a white shirt and a knee-length black woolen coat.
The morning sun shone on him. The young man was as handsome as a painting, as if he had been meticulously carved by a divine craftsman.
Exquisite and perfect.
