"She just left," Jiang Yisheng took out a backpack and put it on the bed, stuffing clothes into it.
Hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help asking, "Cousin, don't you object?"
Li Mochan looked up at the bright moon hidden among the treetops and said lightly, "You're free to do as you wish."
Those few words warmed Jiang Yisheng's heart, the smile in his eyes grew warmer.
"Asheng, you should be clear about some things in your heart. I don't object, but that doesn't mean everyone else in the family feels the same," continued Li Mochan, he who was usually reticent, unusually had something to say on this matter.
Jiang Yisheng's eyes gradually dimmed, and he replied with a forced cheerfulness, "I understand, maybe by the time I come back, I will be able to let go of my feelings for him."
Whether he could let go or not, he actually already had an answer.
He just didn't want to admit it now.
Li Mochan said, "I've arranged for Wei Dong to meet you; call him if you need anything."
