If you truly love someone, how could you bear to let them suffer any grievances?
You'd want to give her what others have, and even what others don't have.
Ye Xingli's words were clearly the silly words of someone who's never been in love.
"Anyway, I don't care," Ye Xingli said, "You have to accept the things, if you don't, I'll... I'll cry for you to see."
Ye Xingbei looked at him with an indescribable expression, "Brother Li, we haven't seen each other for so long, how come you still have no image burden?"
"Stop babbling!" Ye Xingli placed a hand on Ye Xingbei's shoulder, domineering like a thug collecting protection fees, "Just say it, will you accept it or not?"
Ye Xingbei nodded helplessly, "Alright."
"Beibei, your clothes are wrinkled," Gu Junzhu suddenly raised his hand, brushed off Ye Xingli's hand from Ye Xingbei's shoulder, dusted off her clothes, then naturally pulled her into his arms.
Ye Xingli: "…Fifth Brother, it's been a long time, you haven't changed a bit."
