Upon hearing this, Nan Xi suddenly smiled.
It seemed as if no one had asked her that in a long time.
Did she love him?
Yes.
Of course.
She had loved him for ten years.
Even though they were divorced, she thought of him, missed him, and loved him every night.
So deeply, so painfully, how could she not love him?
The wind lifted Nan Xi's long strands of hair, and she smiled lightly, brushing her hair back before turning to Zhou Xiannan with a serious expression to answer the question he had just asked.
"Yes, of course, I love him."
Bowing her head slightly, Nan Xi continued in a soft voice, "I've loved him for ten years, how could I not?"
Ten years!
The two words deeply imprinted themselves in Zhou Xiannan's heart.
Ten years?
From her gaze, her looks, and her every move, he had long seen that she loved Lu Jianshen.
However, he had not expected, nor had he imagined that she had been in love with him for ten years.
Ten years, how many decades does a person have?
