“In that case, what does she am I really to her?”


  Gong Che’s eyes suddenly glowed. His body was stiff as if he were trying to restrain himself from bringing this person into his arms, and to give way to the vivid descriptions of these longing feelings of infatuation.

  Gong Yimo could hardly bear it, but she was still decisive.

  “I may be able to guess. In this one’s perspective, she will not stop for anyone.”


  “Why?” Gong Che was anxious. “Whatever she wishes to do, I will not limit her if she will be with me. I will not bring her any trouble at all, and I will even help her, support her! She can do whatever she wishes to! Even if that means standing against the entire country, I will still stand by her!”


  Gong Yimo thought, then why have you never helped or supported me in my past life? To betray your country, and stand by me?

  But this thought lasted for only a moment.

  She knew that different encounters led to different results. Only, even if she had forgotten or no longer cared about the pain, it still plagues her, and so she endured.

  “She had once said to me that she did not believe in the existence of love in this world. In her opinion, it is no different than seeing the reflection of the moon atop a lake. It will not hold up against storm-tossed seas. And so, that is why she will not marry. Her words hold true, and makes no distinctions.”