Gu Huai'an's eyes deepened slightly at her words.
His gaze on her, he calmly responded, "I too want to ask this question. — Why you? But what use is the answer? Will it make you feel better, or will it be me? Since I took a fancy to you, why should I need any more reasons? I do what I want, if you expect me to lay out an answer step by step, it would be utterly ridiculous."
If he likes her, he likes her. If he fancies her, he fancies her. What's the point in contemplating why he likes her? He has no need for such frivolousness.
Since he took a fancy to her, that's that. Using a little scheming to get her isn't considered despicable. Should he refrain from taking action and just let someone else take her?
He is Gu Huai'an, not a saint.
Meng Xi'er gazed at him and forced out a weak smile, "You really live carefreely."
Gu Huai'an slightly hummed, his gaze landed on her haggard face and her red-rimmed eyes, indicating she's been crying.
