The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

He Sichen was speechless, completely stunned by her words.

Si Yimian saw the vein in his neck twitch, as if he had bitten something hard and swallowed it back down.

She waited a while, but didn't get a rebuttal.

She suddenly wanted to laugh, her lips twitched, but she didn't actually laugh.

Fine, you won't even bother to argue.

"He Sichen, I'm not the kind of person who spends every day glued to my phone waiting for a message that will never come."

"My emotions are expensive; I don't sell them wholesale to players who resort to passive-aggressive tactics."

"Delete first, that's called cutting your losses."

"It turns out I was right; you didn't send me a single message in the past two weeks."

"If I don't delete you on WeChat, am I supposed to keep you as a virtual chatterbox? Calling you every day to see if you've contacted me?"

"I hate having to hand over my emotional control to others."

When will it be a man's turn to make her wait for news every day?

She didn't delete him out of spite; she had built a wall around her emotional boundaries, and if he didn't cross it, she would close the door.

He flew over today, acting all aggrieved as if she owed him something.

"Well, you're quite good at planning ahead."

He Sichen's tone carried a hint of absurdity, as if he was laughing in exasperation.

"So you think that my not sending you messages is a form of passive-aggressive behavior towards you."

"Isn't that right?"

She gave a soft snort, her tone as if she were making a harmless joke.

"You haven't contacted me for half a month, why should I keep your WeChat as an electronic pet?"

"At least my virtual pet interacts with me on time."

"And you? You don't even have an emoji."

He Sichen chuckled softly, his voice hoarse with a hint of self-mockery.

"You never hold back when it comes to settling accounts with me."

He Sichen's gaze remained fixed on her face.

The emotions in his eyes were like a flood that had been blocked for a long time, slowly seeping out.

"I don't know where I should place myself after contacting you."

"Friends with benefits? An ex? Or just a short-term project that's already finished in your life?"

"Your farewell dinner before you left defined the end of our relationship, so if I send you messages after that, does that count as harassment?"

He Sichen continued, saying that those words had been fermenting in his stomach for half a month, and when they reached his throat, he could no longer suppress them.

"I'm afraid that once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"I'm afraid I'll lose control and become the kind of person who's clingy and obsessed, someone who thinks about someone 24/7."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to resist using all my resources to bring you back to China and keep you where I can see you."

"I told myself to be restrained, to be dignified, and to handle this like an adult."

"You've chosen the right path, and you have your own journey to follow. I have no right to bind you with an uncertain relationship."

At this point, He Sichen paused.

"I thought I could hold out until you finished reading the book and came back, then we could sit down and settle this score."

He placed his thumb on her chin and lifted it up slightly.

"I endured it until the fourteenth day, and then I saw your Moments feed turn into a line."

"Then Huo Siyue showed me your new photos."

"This is the first time I've lost control because of a photo."

"I can't even last two weeks, let alone two years."

He spoke very slowly, as if he were dissecting a heart and laying bare all the things inside that shouldn't be exposed to the light of day in front of her.

Si Yimian's fingers curled slightly on the sofa cushion.

Did this person somehow find out everything about Leo's background on the plane?

"You flew all this way just because of a photo?"

"Otherwise what?"

He answered readily.

"I'm thirty years old, I've never been in a relationship, I don't believe in marriage, and I push away everyone who gets close to me."

"I'm good at calculating the input-output ratio of all relationships, but you're the only one I can't figure out."

"I spent thirty years transforming myself into someone invulnerable to bullets and knives."

"You were gone for half a month, and I couldn't even taste what a meal tasted like."

"I can stand by the window and stare at the peach-shaped egg plant you left behind for ten minutes."

"It turned a little pinker, but it's still not as pink as you described."

"Later I realized, what it lacked wasn't nutrition, it lacked you."

"When you said that, you were the one who brought it to me."

"After you left, it stayed there, just like me."

He Sichen loosened his fingers from the back of her neck, stepped back from her, and kept a half-arm's distance between them.

He looked down at her, his gaze falling into her eyes.

"I flew here today to tell you..."

He paused for a moment, as if searching for a word he had never used before.

"I may need you more than I realize it."

Si Yimian's chin was being pinched by him, her lips parted slightly, and her breath hitched.

Looking at him like this, a strange feeling welled up in my throat.

Her heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly by something, a bittersweet, tingling sensation mixed with a hint of pleasure she didn't want to admit.

She looked at him.

She had never heard the taciturn He Sichen say so much.

She admitted that she was indeed very attracted to He Sichen.

Every action of this man earned him a high score in her rating system.

He taught her how to judge people and situations, gave her exclusive rights to the Lighthouse, gave her admission to Chenxi, and gave her contraceptive injections just to make her feel comfortable.

A person like He Sichen is a perfect casual sex partner when he's not interested, but once he is, it's an abyss.

You can't just take a bite; once you do, you have to swallow it all.

His gentleness is a slow-acting addiction, his restraint is a sugar coating, inside which lies a bottomless sea.

Once you jump in, you'll never be able to float back up.

She will drown.

And the most terrifying thing is that they died comfortably.

He Sichen was too tempting for her.

Every moment of indulgence she received during those three months was rapidly depleting her future expectations.

She knew very well that if she continued to develop the relationship with him, she would definitely become a love-struck person whose mind was completely consumed by him.

She is terrified of a relationship that makes her lose her mind.

The original owner's baby had already demonstrated it for her once.

She poured all her heart and soul into He Nanxian, only to be exhausted and end up jumping off the rooftop.

He Sichen and He Nanxian are different.

He is not like He Nanxian, who is indecisive and like a frog slowly being boiled in water.

He's the kind of person who would make you willingly jump in, even knowing you'd be scalded to death, but you still wouldn't climb out.

He deserves her to bet all her chips, but precisely because he deserves it, she dares not bet.

Because if you lose, you lose everything.

She finally managed to extricate herself from this relationship, ending it with a farewell dinner and saying goodbye by deleting her on WeChat, thus blocking all avenues for reconciliation.

As a result, he flew 11,000 kilometers and cleared all the blocked roads again.

Therefore, she had to hold that line.

She took a deep breath and found that the sound was stuck in her throat.

No.

We must not be soft-hearted.

She closed her eyes tightly, suppressing all thoughts, and forced the surging heat back to the bottom of her chest.

"He Sichen, thank you for making this trip."

"Our relationship ended after that farewell dinner."

"You must have had a tough flight. Stay here tonight to adjust to the time difference, and head back to China tomorrow."

She said these words without any emotional fluctuation on her face, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

I'm afraid that if they just look, the defense line will collapse.

He Sichen felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head with a stick.

He looked at the person in front of him, and the words he uttered were completely cold.

"it's over?"

He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the sofa cushions beside her legs.

Say it again.