Tang Yuehua looked at Deng Tianxin and thought for a moment before saying, "Then what should I do?"
After Deng Tianxin put it that way, she had come to terms with quite a lot, but to simply give up like this—she truly couldn't accept it.
"Serve it cold." Deng Tianxin spat out two words cleanly, spreading his little hands, his expression as punchable as it could possibly be.
Tang Yuehua was left stuck halfway by that "serve it cold," the bit of sorrow she had just worked up all lodged in her throat as she looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Just kidding," Deng Tianxin said with a hehe, then grew a little more serious. "Sister Yuehua, you actually don't need me to answer this question at all. You already have the answer in your heart. You're just unwilling, but you also know what you should do."
Tang Yuehua fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Yes, she knew.
Letting go was never because one had figured things out, but because one had no choice but to let go.
Tang Hao was her biological older brother. That fact alone was enough to sentence this love to death; it didn't need any other reason at all.
"As for that obsession you can't let go of toward Uncle Tang Hao, I do have a way to help you." Deng Tianxin deliberately stopped there, a mysterious smile appearing on his little face.
"What way?" Tang Yuehua asked instinctively.
Deng Tianxin crooked a finger at her, signaling for her to come closer.
Tang Yuehua cooperated and lowered her head, then heard Deng Tianxin say word by word beside her ear, "As long as you transfer your affections and fall for me instead, wouldn't that solve it?"
Tang Yuehua froze,