"Why?" Qi Jingren spoke calmly, in such a steady tone that no fluctuations could be detected.
"Because of your bad temper, because of your eighteen hundred little quirks, because you are you, because there's only one of you. In my heart, no one can ever compare to you," Qin Shaobai said. "To love is to love, without any reason."
His hand gently brushed against her hair, touching it as if he were caring for a treasure. He was silent for a moment, then lifted the corners of his lips and smiled as he spoke: "Tell me, is there any other man who can tolerate you apart from me?"
——Probably not.
Qi Jingren answered silently in her heart. Because of her identity, because of the Mo Family's status, she was destined not to live for herself. She had many pursuers, but how many of them truly cared?
