But memory is just memory; it cannot be erased.
Sigh, Di Yimo sighed silently, lying on the deck chair, unwilling to move.
Maybe, maybe he really isn't suitable for Nangong Xiao.
But it's not really about being suitable or not; the issue is that once someone faintly settles in your heart, is it really that easy to push her out?
Lying there somewhat powerlessly, Nangong Xiao also came downstairs because the barbecue was ready. Li Hui went to call her down to eat, and she was a little hungry; she couldn't just go without eating.
After coming down, Nangong Xiao saw Di Yimo lying on the deck chair as if asleep, and there was certainly no doubt about Di Yimo's looks.
Even though he was not very old, the features similar to Di San Shao really couldn't be less striking, even surpassing them.
