Long before Ye Xuan came to Jinchen City, he had pondered this question countless times in his heart.
But in the end, Ye Xuan couldn't figure out the answer.
Compared to Tang Xiaorou, Ye Xuan was more familiar with Rose, knew Rose better.
But…
Tang Xiaorou was part of Ye Xuan's very being. Even if she were slightly touched by someone else, Ye Xuan would feel pain.
And Ye Xuan, without this part, would die.
Rose widened her eyes, her beautiful bright eyes full of excitement and longing.
She hoped to hear a satisfying answer from Ye Xuan.
But ultimately, Ye Xuan disappointed her again.
Ye Xuan remained silent, just standing there, quietly watching Rose.
Something inside Rose felt unyielding, with persistent pain, as if an ant was biting, giving her a piercing, heart-wrenching pain.
Tears betrayed Rose, slowly flowing from the corners of her eyes.
But she refused to allow herself to cry in front of Ye Xuan.
