He actually remembers so clearly, and seeing herself this sleazy way really makes her feel so helpless.
Nangong Xiao felt defeated, like she wanted to cry but couldn't.
Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "What do you really want? I've already said it's my fault. You know me; when I was younger, I was wild and free, always messing around. I really didn't mean anything by it, honestly, I swear!"
Nangong Xiao raised her hand as if taking an oath, but Di Yimo suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, looking at her with a few traces of sternness, "But I like it when you mess around. I like however you mess around. What I don't like is the way you are now, do you know that?!"
"What way am I now?" Nangong Xiao couldn't help but blurt out.
"Distancing yourself from me, keeping away from me, ignoring me, repeatedly drawing lines between us!" Di Yimo looked into Nangong Xiao's eyes, his voice gradually tinged with a bit of anger.
If it's anger, it would be more of feeling wronged.
