"So you're saying if I still like you when we grow up, then we'll be together?" Yimo asked, slightly narrowing his eyes, his voice a bit chilly.
Nangong Xiao was a bit taken aback by the question, instinctively furrowing her brows. She wanted to tell him it's impossible, that perhaps their different generations were a gap they couldn't bridge, but she felt if she said those things, Yimo would surely have a lot to argue about.
Might as well humor him for now, anyway, Yimo is still young, and by the time he grows up, she'll probably be getting married!
Yes, that's it.
Thinking this, Nangong Xiao looked up at Yimo, nodded, and replied, "Yeah, that's right."
"Really?" Yimo raised an eyebrow, actually finding it hard to believe, because Nangong Xiao was also a quirky girl. For her to suddenly say this, suddenly agree so quickly, there must be a trick to it!
Was it just an excuse?
A temporary excuse, right.
