"When someone says they don't love you, you feel very sad. That's what love is!" Ai Xiang pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and handed it to Quan Shaoqing.
He moved a little, took it, and took a couple of puffs.
Then he started to laugh at himself, "What if I feel angry?"
"That means there is a little bit!" Ai Xiang immediately became alert and asked, "Shaoqing, is it worth it to do this for a woman who doesn't like you? If your illness acts up again, no one will be able to save you."
"I know what to do, I won't be unrequited anymore." Quan Shaoqing clenched his fingers tightly, his right hand already stained with blood.
He swore never to have feelings for Gu Xiaoxi again.
Not even anger was allowed!
"Then let me bandage your wound!"
...
Gu Xiaoxi went to the large courtyard across the way.
Everyone was eating, with delicious meat roasting over the bonfire, food in its most primitive form.
But she had no appetite.