Hai Xiaotang looked at him in bewilderment, then laughed lightly. "Brother Tao, you misunderstood. I don't have regrets."
A heaviness lifted from Tao Yi's heart.
He couldn't help but reveal his inner doubts, "I heard from grandfather that you used to love him a lot. Why is it like this now?"
Hai Xiaotang's eyelashes quivered, "There's no reason. I just don't want to love anymore."
"Did he hurt you?" Tao Yi immediately lowered his voice, "What did he do to you?"
"No, I just don't want to love anymore."
Tao Yi frowned, clearly not believing her.
Hai Xiaotang said nonchalantly, "I just saw through it all, and have lost all interest in love. Perhaps to others, love is important and beautiful, but in my eyes, it's nothing at all."
Tao Yi was startled.
Because he could hear a hint of disillusionment in her tone.
"Xiaotang, are you really not yet 20?" He asked subconsciously. After all, a 20-year-old girl should still have romantic fantasies and innocence, shouldn't she?
