"I've spent eighteen years liking you, protecting you, just hoping that you would come to like me. But eighteen years have passed, even the iron trees have blossomed, yet you still don't like me. However, I'm not one to give up easily, so I've decided to give myself another eighteen years," she said.
She looked at him, her gaze exceptionally bright, "Qiao Yiyang, if after another eighteen years you still can't love me, I will choose to end my own life."
Qiao Yiyang's expression shook, he stared at her in disbelief.
"You really don't have to demean your life for me."
Lu Xiaofan shook her head and smiled, "My life isn't like others'; it's been superfluous since the moment I was born. To live an extra thirty-six years for you, I consider that a bonus. If you don't like me, what's the use of a longer life?"
"Maybe you'll meet other men…"
