"Brother Zhiye, I once said that if one day, your affairs are settled, I will willingly leave you."
Xu Zhiye didn't make a sound, his brow slightly furrowed.
His reaction made Shasha somewhat uncomfortable, but she had prepared herself mentally. After a pause, she still forced a smile.
"Zhiye, will you come to Paris to see me in the future?"
This question stiffened Xu Zhiye. He knew about Shasha's feelings for him, but now feeling as if he had lost Xia Weiyi, his heart seemed to have died along with it, without any ripples.
If he gave Shasha a definite answer now, he feared he would eventually hurt this woman whom he always regarded as a younger sister.
Xu Zhiye was silent for a long while, then lifted his head, looked at Shasha, blinked, and responded lightly, "I don't know."
I don't know…
This made Shasha even sadder than if he had said...I won't.
His "I don't know" was because he did have feelings.
But what he gave Shasha was sympathy and pity, nothing to do with love.
