Duanmu Zhe looked as if he hadn't understood, nor did he glance at Xi He; his grip on Mo Qingyi's hand remained firm, his eyes allowing room for no one else but her.
He didn't know what was wrong with Xi He.
Including that time from their childhood, they had only met three times in total. Her affection was strangely sudden.
Mo Qingyi's expression remained unchanged, her smile crafty and enchanting, as she lightly said, "What if the person you are waiting for already has a fiancée? Will you keep waiting? Isn't that a waste of your youth?"
"I will wait." Xi He's gaze was resolute as she looked at Mo Qingyi and spoke emphatically, "I like him, so, even if he has started a family, I will continue to wait. Moreover, he hasn't married yet. I think, until he marries, I still have a chance."
At these words, Mo Qingyi felt even more revolted. Xi He seemed like a sensible person, yet her views on love were... shockingly improper.