His eyes dim with sorrow, "Qingyue..."
"What's the matter?" Her tone was distant.
"Qingyue, I was wrong," he said somberly, "I won't do that again. I won't seek death or starve myself anymore."
"Uh-huh." She nodded slightly, "Glad you've figured it out."
He looked at her face, which surpasses the beauty of the world, a sharp pain in his heart, "I know you have a close relationship with third brother, I just want to stay by your side."
"..." The last thing she wanted to hear was that. Her facial expression turned sour, "Qinghe, there are so many good women in this world, why must you be hung up on me, a flower with no feelings for you?"
He smiled tenderly, "At least, you said you think of me like a brother. That means I'm in your heart," even if not with love.
Her brows furrowed tighter than the mountains and rivers, "Please, fourth brother, can you not do this?"
