Xu Zizhou looked at Yan Qing, and in this moment, his emotions grew even more complex.
His lips claimed he had no one he fancied, but what was with that tone of voice? He could hardly stand to listen anymore.
His tangled emotions this time couldn't be restrained and surged right into his eyes, as he gazed at Yan Qing with a complicated expression, "Young Marquis, are you sure this isn't love?"
What does it take, then, for you to consider it love?
Yan Qing was certain, "Of course it's not love. What kind of love is this? Who loves someone like this?"
"Then what does loving someone look like?" Xu Zizhou wasn't too proud to ask, as he really wanted to know what loving someone looked like in Yan Qing's eyes and heart.
Yan Qing shook his head, "I don't know, but it's definitely not how she does."
Xu Zizhou: "..."
Great, he asked for solitude; he shouldn't have been curious, shouldn't have stooped to inquire.
Xu Zizhou closed his mouth.
