“Ai Xiao Tu, on what grounds do you keep stepping on me over and over again!” He roared at her in anger. He was the lofty Young Master of Willow Leaves, second only to the Demon King in the Demon Realm, where everyone else had to give way to him. Why did he willingly subject his pride to her time and again? He was unwilling, he didn’t understand. Why could she accept Bai Hua, accept Water Peach, even accept the Demon King of all evil, but not him? However, he himself didn’t understand what his love had been all along. He had never recognized his love, but today, he recognized it, admitted it, but it was too late. Everything he had done before… Here is the English of the provided Chinese text:
Xiaotu could not forgive or accept that someone who does not even understand themselves expects others to understand them. Love is love; to pamper her, to cherish her, becomes a necessity. Watching her smile becomes the daily source of happiness. This is the resonance of loving someone, the necessity of being hers. Call her selfish or excessive… one must understand that she has too many helpless situations that others cannot comprehend…
