However, Qi Yu insisted on listening to the story of Jun Zibi and Princess Zhuo Hua. After all, this was a way to understand Jun Zibi, she only dared to open his heart and trust him when she truly understood him.
Jun Zibi was pushed further into helplessness and could only say, "Simply put, back then … I do like Princess Zhuo Hua. — You understand. "
"I don't understand." Qi Yu curled her lips.
Jun Zibi sighed: Why would I look at your scars? It's cruel. "
Qi Yu raised his eyebrows, "So you secretly love her? She doesn't have her eyes on you!"
"Cough, cough!" Jun Zibi coughed dryly, "Compared to the Duke of Western Xia and the unstoppable prince, I, as a prodigal son, am indeed not at an advantage at all."
"Besides, you're so f * cking dishonest."
"This... It was you who made me kiss you that day. "
He actually dared to bring up this matter!