But as soon as she embraced him, he pushed her away.
Tears streamed down Di Xiaxia's face, while Di Mingjue remained extremely indifferent.
With his brows furrowed, Mingjue spoke coldly, "Mingzhe is getting married now. Xiaxia, this isn't appropriate. Don't do it again or else don't blame me for disowning you as a sister."
Di Xiaxia's heart clenched in pain, but she forced a smile. This was her Third Brother, an honourable man.
Di Xiaxia responded, "I understand, Third Brother. It'll never happen again, I promise."
"Mm." Di Mingjue nodded, "Go in."
Di Xiaxia turned her back to him, pretending not to care and waved her hand, "You go in first. I'll come in a bit later."
Di Mingjue turned and walked away without hesitation.
Di Xiaxia turned her head to watch his retreating figure that didn't show a shred of reluctance. She asked herself, did it hurt? Of course it hurt!
She had loved Di Mingjue for twenty years. How many twenty years does one have in a lifetime?
