Wu Rou, standing off to the side, couldn't help but feel her cheeks redden with embarrassment. After all, such a confession was making her emotions quite...
Actually, she wouldn't say she was happy—she always felt like there were many other things that were more blissful.
When Lu Xiaodie heard such words, she naturally didn't feel much better. The main issue was, if everything was like this, how would she end it in the future?
So she said resolutely, "Let's put an end to this matter. Let's pretend everything was just a joke of mine, and after this, there won't be any relationship between you and me. No matter how nicely you put it, or how you might plead with me in the future, there will never be any contact between us again. If there's nothing else, goodbye."
In the end, Lu Xiaodie chose to maintain her pride. If things continued this way, she might lose even her brother's face.
