Love, No Form
Ziyi sat back in her chair helplessly, feeling very perturbed and embarrassed to let Xiwen go, so she could only look around the room.
Hehe, they're all gone. It's good that they're all gone. Now, it's just the two of us left. They're creating opportunities for us. At this time, Xiwen's words were clever, as if he had suddenly opened his mouth and said with a smile.
He looked at Ziyi, who was looking around the room with a pair of eyes that pretended not to see anything.
Ziyi, what do you think of my poem? Sven was too embarrassed to directly say what he was waiting for, so he asked in a roundabout manner.
What? Why are you asking me? Ziyi's heart was perturbed and she was a little flustered, as if she was a girl who felt uncomfortable when she saw a boy.
Yes, let me ask you. Xiwen had completely thrown away the shyness of his university days and looked at Ziyi affectionately.
But I don't understand poetry. I can't talk about feelings. Ziyi concealed. He glanced at Sven and quickly looked away.
Ziyi, who doesn't know that you're an expert in appreciating literature? Xiwen understood Ziyi's embarrassment. He wanted to enlighten her, but he also wanted to give her some face.
I really don't understand, Sven. She was still too embarrassed to say how touched she was, but she just hid it. That panic was really annoying. She was afraid of being exposed, and she was afraid of letting Sven fall deeper into it.
In fact, up until now, she was only touched by Sven. It was really not love. She was a woman with very slow senses. Ordinary men would not be able to touch her. Even if someone's hand reached out to her skin, she would be as steady as Mount Tai and not feel anything.
Ziyi, just say it. It's also a kind of encouragement to me. You don't know how much your judgment has affected me. Sven pleaded pitifully.
I really don't know how to explain it to you, Sven. It's not that I don't want to say it, but I don't know how to conclude it. Zi Yi pretended that Xiwen was asking her about literature.
Then let's talk about your psychological feelings. This should be easy to talk about. Sven changed the topic and started talking about the woman he had been longing for for more than ten years. For example, this poem sounds like a poem to you, right? At the critical moment, he did not suddenly change the topic from love to literature.
Yes, it's too similar. It's simply the most beautiful poem I've ever read. Zi Yi also quickly caught the change in Xiwen and beat him at his own game.
Tell me the specifics. Xiwen didn't relax at all. Zi Yi was finally willing to speak, which meant that her defense line was beginning to collapse. He had to seize this opportunity.
What? Ziyi felt that she had been tricked by Xiwen. So he was playing hard to get? She started to feel embarrassed again.
It's nothing. Just be frank. Just smash bricks. I just hope that someone will smash bricks at my poems, especially you, Ziyi. Xiwen sincerely invited Zi Yi.
I'm really touched, Sven. Ziyi calmed her heart. It was necessary to be grateful to others. No matter what, he had guarded the empty room for more than ten years because of her, Ziyi. This thanks should be said. After listening to your poem, I really feel very warm from the bottom of my heart, but I also feel very guilty. I'm actually not worth it for you to do this for me. Zi Yi moaned and muttered.
This is nothing, Ziyi. I like you. I will wait for you for a lifetime. He moved his chair closer and continued," Actually, I have no intention of getting married. If you don't have freedom, I will protect you. My faith, till the end of my life." Sven revealed his inner thoughts delicately and sweetly, as if he was pouring out his heart to Zi Yi, but also as if he was giving himself determination.
Sven. Ziyi's voice was a little choked up. She did not understand how there could be such a crazy man in the world. In the past, Meng Hua had been so persistent for her, and he had gotten her, but now, he had changed. This change in her attitude had caused her to make a 360-degree turn towards the man more than ten days ago. Today, the understanding she had formed over the past ten days began to waver. Sven, you shouldn't treat me like this. I'm really not worth it! Love was not a singular love. A singular love was not love…She did not know how to explain her point of view clearly. At this point, she, who was always fluent in her words, began to stutter.
Love doesn't necessarily require both parties to cooperate, Ziyi. For example, I love you. I never intended for you to love me. In the past, our statuses weren't compatible. You were the daughter of the county head, and I was a poor boy. Later on, we became a good match, but the collection wasn't a good match. You had a home, and there were more people in the collection. As for me, I was alone. In terms of freedom, we weren't a good match, but I still loved you and was willing to be alone for you. Even if you didn't feel anything, I would be willing to wait for you for the rest of my life until the day I ended my life. Sven spoke eloquently about his own understanding of love. As he spoke, he looked into Ziyi's eyes affectionately.
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