"I mean if." Gu Hangshen rubbed his brow, actually asking Long Yan for advice—he probably really was desperately seeking help at this point.
"Why should I tell you? Coming to think of it, you are my love rival!" Long Yan replied with a light laugh.
Gu Hangshen opened his eyes, shooting a frosty glare toward him.
Long Yan smiled devilishly, "You don't really think that nothing happened between Xiaoqiao and me in these three years, do you?"
"You..." Gu Hangshen started to create tornadoes and hailstorms again.
"Tsk tsk, you don't truly love her! It barely counts as liking! If you love a flower, you water it, liking it means you'd pick it. Likewise, if you love a woman, you would take good care of her, even if you can't make her happy yourself, you should be generous enough to wish her happiness with a better man, but liking her means you just want to possess her by any means necessary!" Long Yan looked down on Gu Hangshen with the air of a love expert.
