A moment later, Qi Yanxi sighed, looking defeated.
"Fine. I just thought that I would regret it even more if I didn't come."
Qi Yanxi believed that if he really loved someone, he should go after her no matter what.
He would still care for her even if she couldn't love him back — even if she could never love him back.
What did it matter? At least he had tried, sparing no effort and with all his zeal.
He didn't want to live with all sorts of regrets when he was old, such as "well, if only I had tried a little harder back then," "if only I had told her 'I love you,'" or "if only we could have been together then."
There was no use crying over spilled milk and he only wanted to live in the moment.
"Xiaxia, don't feel awkward. It's not your fault that you're loved." Qi Yanxi shrugged and grinned, showing his fine white teeth.
An Xiaxia immediately shook her head and said seriously, "No, I've always found it very fortunate to be loved."
