ed, his warm breath tickling Mo Yao's cheek with a faint scent of roses.In the garden of Mojia Manor, there was a large expanse of rose flowers. Mo Xiaobai, often idle, always liked to nap in the rose...London, you're here!

This sentence was uttered with a casual air, light and breezy. With a gaze fixed on the sea surface, she smiled serenely, as if this were all perfectly natural. The answer came effortlessly, without any awkwardness or discomfort.

Ka Ka’s determination was astounding. Hearing this, he didn't show any particular surprise, only looked deeply at Wushuang. The sea breeze lifted her long hair, seeming to cloud his eyes. He suddenly remembered what happened ten years ago.

That year, Wu Shuang was fifteen years old.

She was already a stunning young woman, slender and tall. She was independent and unrestrained. Having just returned from practical training in the Middle East, she carried an aura of competence and a hint of darkness. Perhaps after two years of intense and brutal training, the once invincible Wushuang didn't know how to temper her sharp edges, nor did she know how to naturally display a normal side.

He could tell at a glance that she had just walked out of hell.

A nameless ripple stirred in his heart, a feeling of kinship. He took Wu Duo to explore London, playing everywhere with unrestrained joy. After two years of confinement and training, Wu Duo played wildly, it was the first time he saw Wu Duo drunk.

She went to the disco to dance. There were many people on stage, and the noise was very loud. Men and women were all twisting their bodies, venting the stress of the day, seeking the pleasure and flying of youth. Wu also seemed to be venting something, dancing very passionately, attracting the covetous glances of the surrounding boys.

She was a mixed-race girl, with bloodlines from several countries. Her features were deep and slightly oriental, her height similar to that of Western women. Her appearance was near perfect, stunningly beautiful, and any man who saw her couldn't help but be captivated.

Kaka was afraid she would be taken advantage of. Uncomfortable with too much physical contact in crowded places, he went on stage and created a space for her to dance freely.

If someone wanted to invite Wushuang to dance, he would hold her waist, his cold gaze sweeping over the others, making other men step back. Who knew that Wushuang suddenly hugged him instead.

He and she grew up together, hugging is normal.

His murmured words by his ear plunged him into an inescapable abyss.

She said, Kaka, I like you.

Direct, unvarnished, he blurted out his heart's desire, holding her like that, naked and raw.

Without greeting him, without giving him any reaction, she just opened her heart to him like that, allowing him to come and go as he pleased. How could he not be shocked How could he not be astonished

He wasn't prepared at all, even deceiving himself into thinking it was just the music being too loud, too noisy. Perhaps, he had misheard it.

Yes, I heard wrong.

She was drunk and dancing so wildly, she didn't even know what she was doing. Even if she said she liked it, it made sense. This kind of liking wasn't necessarily romantic.

It could also be the kind of liking you have for someone you've known since childhood.

Wu Shuang acted as if nothing had happened, completely unaware of the impact her words had on Kaka. She continued to hang out with him, going shopping and eating together, completing missions side-by-side, playfully demanding his company. During this time, Kaka was extremely busy, running back and forth between North America and the Middle East. Wu Shuang followed him everywhere, remaining silent about her feelings. Ultimately, Kaka managed to convince himself otherwise.

It's just an illusion.

That dazzling nightclub, the deafening music, the colorful lights, the stunning beauties, and the heartfelt confessions, all seemed like a dream he had accidentally stumbled into.

No one had ever mentioned it.

This matter kept him busy until New Year’s Eve. That year's New Year's Eve, Chu Li and Rong Yan, Kaka came to Rome together, spending it in the Mo family castle. He accidentally knocked over Wu Shuang's inkwell in Wushuang Fang, and saw Wu Shuang's diary.

Wushuang actually didn't have the habit of writing a diary. To be precise, what he was flipping through was a diary he and she shared, recording all their interactions. He never knew that Wushuang had such deep feelings for him.

From his diary, he also knew that the night at the club wasn't his imagination, Wushuang really did say she liked him.

From the diary, he also knew that Wu Shuang wasn't really drunk that night, nor was it a spur-of-the-moment decision. She was afraid she wouldn't have the courage to speak her mind, so she pretended to be drunk. If she confessed and Kaka rejected her, she could use the excuse of being drunk and talking nonsense, so neither of them would feel embarrassed.

When love can't blossom, friendship will always endure.

As expected, Kaka didn't react. WuShuang also knew what to do, keeping quiet about it and letting Kaka think it was just an illusion.

He didn't want to pry into Wushuang's privacy, but somehow, he ended up reading the entire diary. It was written by Hai Lan before her death, in fragments and pieces, filled with thoughts about the Queen, Princess, and Prince—he understood everything now.

At that moment, he knew what had been buried in Wu Shuang's heart all these years.

She never showed it in front of him, and he had no way of knowing. It wasn't that he was slow to catch on, but she hid it too well. Things she didn't want others to know, how could anyone else possibly know

His mood was fluctuating between sadness and joy.

To have been loved by her for so many years was both his fortune and her misfortune.

He wanted to casually put the diary back where it was, but unexpectedly Wu Shuang walked in and saw the diary in his hand.

Confusion and surprise only flashed for a moment. Wushuang remained calm, even more so than he did. She calmly took the diary from his hand and returned it to its place, smiling and asking him, "Have you finished reading"

He nodded, but just looked at her without speaking.

Wúshuāng sat on the side playing games, seemingly having nothing to ask him.

He wondered if every girl, when their deepest secrets were exposed, would react as calmly and gracefully as Wu Shuang. She didn't show any surprise, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Not a single word about the diaries was mentioned until Xiaobai came to lead them downstairs for their New Year's Eve dinner.

At the dinner table, both of them appeared composed, chatting and making jokes.

In terms of strength and stamina, both Undying and Kakka are excellent.

At the moment the twelve o'clock chime rang out, Wushuang asked him, "What do you think"

He knew Mu-Shuang was asking him something. Since he knew her heart's desire, whether she liked or disliked it, accepting or rejecting it, was a matter of just one sentence.

Xiao Bai and Mo Chen are setting off fireworks.

Midnight fireworks blazed, they stood beneath the dazzling display, romantic and beautiful. It should have been a wonderful moment, but the fireworks reflected in his eyes held no sparkle. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I can't forget Hai Lan."

He refused her.

Hailan is just a shield, he is affected by it to some extent, but not entirely because of Hailan. Because he himself doesn't know why he would refuse Wushuang.

It just felt that way… I rejected her.

Wushuang was very decisive. The two agreed that from now on they would still be friends, and neither would mention this again.

She turned away with a carefree air, leaving him with a glimpse of her strong and upright back.

One year later, he had Fang Jiaqi.e you wouldn't come here to soak." 。"Cai Xiaojing narrowed her eyes and said coldly, dark clouds swirling above her head, the earth instantly freezing three feet." 。Director Lin was used to being look...