Winter asked himself if he had weathered enough storms, seen all kinds of wicked and deceitful people, but those people seemed insignificant in front of Xizeer.
You can never see through what he's thinking.
The unknown—it's the scariest thing in this world.
Xizeer chuckled lightly: "You don't need to see through me, nor is there a need, after all, I'm quite easy to get along with."
Winter said: "Really? I can't feel that at all."
Xizeer put down the figurine: "I'm not just saying this casually. I'm serious. Think about it carefully."
Winter said directly: "No matter what I think, I won't give up on Meow. I want to marry her, it's the most important thing to me."
Since that's the case, Xizeer had nothing more to say.
However, he glanced at the deeply hidden yet lingering resentment in Winter's eyes and shook his head: "With this state of mind, it's hard to make your dreams come true."
Winter gritted his teeth in anger: "What did you say?"
