He had always been aware of the gap between them, but he never cared, because he didn’t think he would fall in love with her.
He never even considered such a thing.
But when he became aware of his own feelings, it was already too late.
Even he himself didn’t know when he began to like her.
He was really foolish, still harboring a bit of fantasy and hope.
However, luckily, everything was still in time.
It had only been a few months; in her past five hundred years, it was nothing, and for her long future, even more insignificant.
Perhaps after some days, she’ll just forget about him and return to her previous life.
After all, compared to the days she has lived, a few months are really too short.
For someone so forgetful like her, it should be easier to forget, right?
And more so because her feelings for him started from dependence.
Starting from dependence, won’t she forget him when she no longer needs this dependence?
But he will remember her for a lifetime.
One can just say that Jun Moyan really doesn’t know how much space he occupies in Wen Xiao’ai’s heart.
Keep in mind, she depended on Ye Qi for five hundred years, but now for you, she’s not even listening to Ye Qi.
How could she possibly forget you after just some days?
"It’s my fault. After you recovered your human form, I shouldn’t have brought you back."
If he hadn’t brought her back, he might have only been saddened for a while by the disappearance of that cat...
Wen Xiao’ai was stunned, almost unable to believe Jun Moyan would say such things.
"What, what did you say?"
The tears in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes pierced his eyes, stabbed his heart, yet he had to ruthlessly continue with his bleeding heart.
"Xiaoguai, listen to me, go back, and go back to being your princess. Don’t come to the Human Realm anymore."
Wen Xiao’ai acted as if she hadn’t heard his words, clinging onto his previous statement.
"You just said you shouldn’t have brought me back, do you not like me anymore?"
Wen Xiao’ai was somewhat agitated, her little hands tightly gripping Jun Moyan’s clothing turning red from exertion.
Jun Moyan didn’t even know how much this sentence hurt Wen Xiao’ai.
Jun Moyan slightly closed his eyes, truly wanting to pinch her face like they would when squabbling before, telling her: It’s not true.
But now, he could only harden his heart and say that helpless sentence:
"Answer me, do you not like me anymore?" She was stubborn on this question. Follow current novᴇls on Nove1Fire.net
Because the question was really serious to her.
Jun Moyan watched the tears in her eyes well up more and more, slowly let go of her hand, but Wen Xiao’ai immediately grasped him again, however, Jun Moyan withdrew as if avoiding snakes or scorpions.
"... Yes, I don’t like you anymore, leave."
His tone was as calm as could be, as if discussing today’s weather, but the speed of his speech was very fast, as if the quicker he said it, the sooner the pain would end, though it did not.
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t release her hold on his clothes, tilting her tear-filled face, fixedly looking at the unfeeling him.
Her small mouth pursed, she cried out pitifully: "You’re lying..."
Jun Moyan coldly watched her, his hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly into fists.
Daring not to look at Wen Xiao’ai’s tearful face.
He once thought that, even if the whole world would hurt her, he, Jun Moyan, would never hurt her even a little, but now...
Just a few words, yet it made her cry .
"I don’t believe what you’re saying; we were fine before, how could it suddenly be that you don’t like me anymore." Wen Xiao’ai cried and shouted, clutching his clothes tightly, afraid he would really leave her behind.