“You know it is, don’t you? This is the life I want. I don’t want anything to distract me,” Li Yu glared angrily at the man shouting at her.
Yuan Xiuxiu thought that if there was a mental hospital that could treat neurosis caused by love’s devastation, he would be the first to sign up.
“Ah—” he knew he must now accept his fate and make this woman understand. “People are born with seven emotions and six desires. You are human, not a god. So you have the ability to love and the desire to be loved.”
He looked up at the rustling treetops.
“Yu, you cannot deny that the you facing me is your true self, the you who shows emotions – I want to see your true self. We both understand that pretense doesn’t bring happiness?”
“I understand and admit that I’m very real in front of you. At that time, I was relaxed and at ease,” Li Yu’s thoughts were already in chaos, responding instinctively. “But I don’t think that means liking, or even love. Moreover, the word ‘love’ is too vague for many people. Even if I were to accept it as love, do you think everyone would accept it? Love doesn’t just represent happiness, but also means pain. How could a proud heart allow itself to become a fool!”
“A proud heart? I think the proudest heart is in Mingdi! And he would probably become the fool you speak of when encountering love. It’s not about allowing or not, but about an inescapable destiny.”
Looking at Li Yu’s bewildered eyes, he decided to bet on his feelings. “I know you won’t easily believe. So, why don’t we make a bet? How about it? Give me, and give yourself, a chance.”
“Give you, and give me a chance?”
“Yes, a chance for each other! I believe that as a Youming elite, you shouldn’t be afraid of a small bet, right?”
“Of course, if you say you’re afraid, then the bet is as if I never mentioned it – though I can’t help but feel a little disappointed, I promise with my love for you that I absolutely won’t let a third person know, damaging Youming’s reputation.”
