Rong Rui approached Yige with grievance and pity, rasping with his little voice.
Tang Yige's lips pressed tightly, turning pale.
"Little Gege, you promised me, when I grow up, you'll marry me. You can't go back on your word." Seeing Tang Yige unresponsive, Rong Rui pouted sadly.
Tang Yige felt a warmth surging up in her eyes. She quickly lifted her chin, inhaling deeply to suppress the tide from flowing out.
"Little Gege, please don't ignore me. At worst, I'll take you away with me, okay?"
Rong Rui said tearfully to Yige.
Elopement?
Tang Yige's lips trembled a few times.
"Actually, not only you don't like him, I don't like him either."
Rong Rui said.
Tang Yige was slightly stunned, her eyes meeting Rong Rui's. She asked hoarsely, "Why?"
"..." Rong Rui was a bit surprised that Tang Yige suddenly talked to him.
