He spoke casually.
As if it were just a passing remark.
But Su Jiucheng, who had known him for so many years, knew clearly how much weight that sentence carried.
Xu Ji was different from both him and He Zhiyao.
He Zhiyao, deep in his bones, carried a hint of obsession, whether it be things he could or couldn't have, things he was willing or unwilling to part with. Given even the slightest chance or choice, he would seize it without hesitation and hold on until death.
Under an inappropriate supposition, if the one in trouble had been Qin Shuang, then He Zhiyao would have followed her without a second thought.
That's just the way he was, perhaps a madness inherited from the He family.
As for Su Jiucheng, he honestly couldn't imagine loving someone to that extent; it seemed unlikely, even if he liked someone, it wouldn't be that intense. He was just an ordinary person like that.