Some stories need an ending, some people must be forgotten, but what about feelings?
Is there a time for them to end or be forgotten?
Nangong Ran didn't know, Di Jinxuan didn't know either, feelings were never something that could be clearly explained in a few words.
Speaking of this, one can't help feeling a bit melancholic. Di Jinxuan's lips quivered slightly, she took a deep breath, lifted her gaze to Nangong Ran and asked, "What about you? Doesn't Alvin really like you? What do you think?"
Nangong Ran scratched his head, unable to help but laugh, "Alvin likes me? Are you mistaken? He's a superstar, a noble Prince, come on, don't joke."
"What does that matter." Di Jinxuan said seriously, "Even the most noble people long for ordinary love."
"That does not mean he likes me, though." Nangong Ran shrugged his shoulders, "Alvin and I are just bros, pure friendship, you know?"
Di Jinxuan shook her head, smiling, "Even pigs can tell he likes you, and you haven't noticed?"
