Su Qingyue's facial expression in the room was calm as still water, the glance she cast upon Xiao Qinghe's face was without a ripple of emotion, "What does it matter if I care about you or not? It has nothing to do with romance ****."
"I've come to understand," he looked at her resolutely, "Qingyue, as long as I can be by your side, even if I'm not your husband, just quietly watching over you, I would be content."
"Fourth Brother, you shouldn't do this," the pressure was really too much for her.
Tears of bitter bitterness covered his face, "Without you, I truly can't go on living."
She sighed, "Fourth Brother, promise me, no matter what happens later, don't hurt yourself anymore, okay?"
"Is that what you wish?" He smiled faintly, "You still care about me. Even if it has nothing to do with romance, you still care about me."
She remained silent.
