Her answer was a moment of silence.
Kim Zhiyuan stared at him intently, refusing to look away, stubbornly saying, "Why aren't you speaking? I've liked you for so long, and now you're telling me you like someone else. I've liked you for this long, at the very least I have the right to know who it is—I deserve to know who I've lost to, don't I?"
Xi Zelie's Peach Blossom Eyes revealed a trace of helplessness. His Rosy Thin Lips trembled, and he finally responded to her, "Zhiyuan, you haven't lost."
With just one brief sentence, Kim Zhiyuan's eyes reddened instantly, her tears almost bursting out. But she held them back, forcibly suppressing them, preserving the last shred of dignity of a wealthy lady. "I haven't lost, not because I've won, but because in your heart, I never even had the chance to compete, right? So, when you say I haven't lost, it's only because there was never a match to begin with!"
