Di Mingzhe turned around, his deep, enticing black eyes revealing an ineffable emotion, a hint of reluctance flickers in them. He feigned indifference, checking his watch casually, his tone indifferent. "We'll talk later, I'm busy today and have a lot of things to handle. If you're not applying medicine, then let's go back first and we can talk about other things tonight."
Having said this, he walked off without affording Di Xiaxia the opportunity to speak.
His intuition told him that her wish to have a word with him was unlikely to be anything good. Even if they did have a dispute, he did not wish for it to occur at home.
At home now, the family had already accepted their relationship.
Even if it was self-deception, he didn't want to expose their disunity at home.
In this way, at least he could still delude himself with the family's blessings for them. This was all he wanted, how simple.
'Do not, do not snuff out even this simple hope.
Otherwise, he might go mad, really.
