Actually, perhaps she loved him even more than she loved her third brother?
In the early days, her interest in Di Mingjue was merely curiosity, curiosity about how a boy could be born so handsome.
Later, her pursuit of Di Mingjue seemed to become a habit, as if she had grown used to it. But if she genuinely loved Di Mingjue to the marrow of her bones, then why hadn't she taken any substantial actions over the past twenty years?
Di Xiaxia was somewhat confused by these thoughts.
And her heart was beating faster and faster once this confusion subsided.
She had only spent two days with her eldest brother, but it felt as though they had gone through so much together.
Although she was bewildered, fearful, and conflicted during these two days, there was an inexplicable affection swirling in her heart.
Despite their limited time together, every action and every word from him was an act of lowering his guard and bending his pride before her.
It was the lowest he would stoop.
