Before Feng Xun could speak, Konan said nervously, "I... I like Xun... big brother."
After saying that, Konan's face turned pink like a peach. Combined with her smooth little cheeks, it made people want to give them a squeeze.
Seeing Konan looking at him nervously, Feng Xun first shot an irritated glare at the gloating Jiraiya. Then he crouched in front of Konan and reached out to smooth her tightly furrowed brows. "Konan, you're still too young. This is too early for you.
You need to understand, your feelings for me right now are nothing more than gratitude that grew because I saved you."
"That's not it! Konan is serious!" The girl frowned slightly, clearly unhappy.
"Alright, alright! Big Brother Xun knows you're serious!"
Feng Xun smiled bitterly, but he understood the girl's feelings. He also knew how difficult it had been for such a young girl to gather the courage to confess to him after hearing what he had said earlier.
Unable to bear hurting her, Feng Xun thought for a moment, stroked Konan's head, and wrote her a blank check. "How about this? Fifteen years. If you still like me fifteen years from now, I can consider accepting your feelings."
Feng Xun's mention of fifteen years was not made casually; he had thought it through carefully.
If his guess was correct, Yahiko would die fifteen years from now, barring any surprises. After Yahiko's death, Nagato and Konan, their hearts dead, would completely become tools in the hands of schemers.
By then, it would already be good enough if Konan did not attack him on sight, let alone still liked him.
Of course, the more likely possibility was that, as time passed, she would gradually forget this feeling. After all, Konan was only a little girl now, and her