"Then it's still fake,"
"..." How should she answer that? Was it real or fake? A mix of truth and deception?
"Okay, I understand," she said seriously, pulling a face and no longer dwelling on the matter. Looking up at him, her words carried particular sincerity.
"Liehuo, our situation right now is beyond explanation. You really helped me out big time today, and I'm truly grateful, but I must go back now, they need me; my aunt and uncle are getting on in years..."
She was so stubbornly obstinate.
Listening to her, Xing Liehuo's eyes momentarily reddened, but what could he say? He couldn't adapt to a life without her, he too needed her—
No matter how harsh he spoke or how tough he acted, it was futile. After three days of calming down, he realized he couldn't be without this little woman for even a moment.
Without her these three days and nights, he hadn't closed his eyes at all; he just couldn't sleep.
