He hadn't understood what it meant back then, and even secretly felt happy that Nangong Xiao wasn't bullying him anymore. It wasn't until he grew a bit older that he finally figured it out.
Of course he was very dissatisfied about it, but back then it was still okay—there were lots of gatherings, they were basically seeing each other all the time, at least once a week.
Even if Nangong Xiao was deliberately avoiding him a little, they still ran into each other, and when they needed to talk, they'd still talk.
But this past month there hadn't been any gatherings at all. Di Yimo wasn't an idiot; how could he not understand what that meant?
Looked like the adults of both families had made up their minds to cut down their contact, no matter whether the two of them liked each other or not.
