Xu Ziyu pulled Luo Xikui's head to his shoulder and gently stroked her long hair.
He wasn't too surprised. From a scene he accidentally witnessed during the New Year's Day performance in elementary school, he already knew that Xin Chun's feelings for Luo Xi Kui were far more complex than Luo Xi Kui's simple kindness towards her.
At that time, Xin Chun was only twelve years old. Such a young girl actually tampered with her performance costume.
Later, he told Luo Xikui that the dress looked bad on her, and Luo Xikui hurriedly asked Aunt Xiang to bring over other dresses.
He didn't tell anyone about this because he had a very good memory of her from childhood. He remembered that when Xin Chun was very young, she lost her biological mother and was adopted by her aunt. He also remembered that her aunt was a very gentle woman, but her health was not very good.
When she was three years old, her aunt and adoptive mother passed away, and she had lived in her house for a period of time.
Her mother took care of her from time to time, and told her that since her little sister Chun didn't have a mother, she should take better care of her.
When she was little, he thought she was smart and not clingy, so he did take care of her quite a bit, but only better than he would have taken care of other strangers.
Back then, he preferred being clung to by Luo Xikui. Although Luo Xikui was clumsy and clingy, he felt quite uncomfortable when she stopped clinging to him for a while.
He didn't tell anyone about that, not only because he felt sorry for Xin Chun, but also because he knew Luo Xi Kui would be heartbroken.
At that age, he was not mature enough in handling things. He subtly reminded Luo Xikui, but Luo Xikui seemed not to understand at all.
He didn't want Luo Xikui to cry at the moment, so he didn't choose to make things clear. Besides, he felt that as long as he paid more attention, she wouldn't be hurt by others.
But he forgot that the longer Luo Xikui invested in Xin Chun's friendship, the more heartbroken she would be when she finally discovered it, just like now.
"You noticed it a long time ago, didn't you?" Luo Xikui asked, pursing her lips, seeing that Xu Ziyu showed no surprise whatsoever.
“She’s different from you. She’s sensitive, and people like that are prone to overthinking and going astray.” Xu Ziyu patted her head.
"Are you saying I'm slow-witted?" Luo Xikui felt that she was really slow-witted. After all these years, it took someone else to tell her that she didn't consider her a friend.
"Slow-witted, but adorable." Xu Ziyu felt that this slowness stemmed from a pure and kind heart, and that she wouldn't assume malicious intent towards others.
"Only you would find it cute." Luo Xikui remembered that her older brother had warned her not to get too close to Xin Chun. If Xiang Hengxi knew what happened today, he would definitely say she was stupid.
"Isn't it enough that I think so?" Xu Ziyu pinched her nose, which was red from crying.
Luo Xikui, her eyes red and swollen, chuckled and buried her face in Xu Ziyu's shoulder. That was enough, really.
No matter how good others think you are, nothing compares to how good he thinks you are.
“Let’s go for a drive. You’re crying like this, I can’t just take you home right away, lest your father-in-law misunderstand and think he’ll kill me.” Xu Ziyu stroked her cheek and said with a faint smile.
Luo Xikui chuckled again, nodded emphatically, and agreed to go for a drive.
Xu Ziyu started the car and drove along the riverbank. The winter night view had a unique charm.
After driving around for a while, the two of them made a detour to the villa on Zhongxing Road.
"Why did you bring me here?" Luo Xikui asked, a hint of secret delight in her voice.
In the dead of night, a lone man and woman, an unmarried couple, alone in a room—these four words can form another idiom: dry wood and raging fire.
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