Ou Yimo knew who he was talking about, Gong Shirao.
But even including the last time, Gong Shirao had stood him up quite a few times. With history repeating itself over and over again, wouldn't he eventually get tired?
She suppressed the annoyance in her heart and said with a smile, "You used to protect me like this too, didn't you? It's such a pity I missed the best of you. Are you waiting for someone? Do you want me to go in and check for you?"
Zhan Nanjue listened to her until the end, thought for a moment, and said, "Thanks."
"Why are you being polite with me? Wait for me."
"Just basic courtesy." They were no longer close enough to omit polite language.
Ou Yimo's body stiffened slightly; she hated this kind of distance the most, which formed the starkest contrast with the tenderness that was once within reach, leaving her unable to be at peace.
