If it were someone else, if Ye Xixi heard such uncertain words like 'you like me, right?', she would have certainly landed a punch. But after all, she has seen Heber's growth. She knows that his uncertain feelings are his most original and pure affection.
Yet, Ye Xixi knows she can feel sorry for him, sympathize with him, understand him, but she cannot deceive him.
Some things must be made clear. Otherwise, whether it's Heber, or Wen Zao, or herself, they could all face irrevocable consequences.
"But, I don't like you."
Indeed, a trace of loneliness flashed across Heber's eyes, but he quickly regained composure; "It's alright, as long as I like you, Xixi. I want to be with you, I want you to accompany me."
Ye Xixi felt like she was playing the most frustrating instrument ever. She irritably ran her fingers through her hair, unable to control her emotions, becoming somewhat agitated.
