"..."
The light in Xie Qiao's eyes seemed like someone had torn it open. His lips parted and closed, trembling without knowing what reaction would be appropriate.
His aristocratic upbringing had always taught him to restrain his emotions, including his feelings.
But over the years, apart from not having directly expressed his love, he had "said" countless times in the little things of daily life how much he liked Jiang Ni.
He had always thought that no matter what, they would eventually be together.
This was destined.
From a very young age, their elders had decided it.
No one could change it.
Thus, when she showed her repulsion for the arranged marriage and her disgust for the old man's planning of her future, he even went as far as to invent a non-existent girlfriend at all costs.
He knew Jiang Ni wasn't moved by him, but so what?
He thought, in any case, they would definitely get married eventually.
Lying to her now to make her feel more at ease didn't seem bad at all.
