Xiaofeng merely smiled.
For her, the Imperial Capital was just too far away.
She might go to that place one day, but not now.
"I understand your intentions," Xiaofeng leaned close to him, gazing at the blue sky as if they were a couple, completely natural, "It's just that my standing is different from yours. Even if I were to go back with you now, it wouldn't lead to anything."
There was no real affection to begin with, and with their different statuses, building a relationship would be even more impossible.
"Listening to you, I always get the feeling that you're not an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. You sound so mature," Ye Cheng had already known her answer but still wanted to ask.
"Everyone grows up eventually, anyone who goes through what I have would," she said. After all, when accounting for both her lives, she was indeed not young, probably in her forties by now.
