This is also a kind of love.
Love comes in thousands of forms, and one of them is Xiao Qiao and Gu Fei.
Tranquil and enduring.
"The person died?"
"Yes, died." Xiao Qiao said, "The death was quite tragic, without a whole body. So I have always been reluctant to come to Iceland, fearing it would evoke memories. I didn't expect that coming here again, my mood would be so calm, not as painful as I anticipated."
There's just a lingering regret that it'd be nice if Gu Fei were alive.
"If he were alive, you two would've broken up long ago."
"Yes, maybe. But he's dead." Xiao Qiao said, "People are strange like that. You may not spend a lifetime with someone, but once they're gone, you'll remember them forever. No one could foresee whether we would've broken up, as it can't be verified. If he hadn't died, perhaps I'd be someone loyal in love, not flirting around."
Bai Ye laughed heartily, knowing she's always been flirty.
