"Don't wait for me anymore," Di Lingzhi looked at her with complexity, "I might not come to find you..."
"Then I will still wait for you," Maomao cried as she threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly, "In life, I am yours, in death, I am your ghost. In this lifetime, in the next, I will always wait for you."
Hearing these words, Di Lingzhi's heart was somewhat moved, but he still maintained his rationality, "You know, I have someone in my heart, you are just a substitute."
He had said these words more than once, just to make her face reality.
In fact, it was also a reminder to himself that the person he loved was always Nan Zhifeng.
The woman beneath him was merely an outlet for his desires.
Never should he harbor genuine feelings for her.
"I know..." Maomao sobbed and nodded, "I never wanted to replace anyone, and I know brother doesn't love me, but it's okay. As long as I love you, that's enough."
