Even though she knew what he said was probably a lie, Ye Anqi still felt a bit dazed.
"Timothy, let me see him." Her voice carried a barely noticeable tremble.
But Timothy sensed it.
He walked up to Ye Anqi, his gaze gentle.
"Qiqi, why do you have to choose him? I'm not bad either, you can open your eyes wide and look at me."
"Young Master Bei." Ye Anqi didn't call him Timothy, "You're great, really great. In my dreams, I often think, if it weren't for Ya Shitian, you'd be the best choice. But there is no 'if' in this world, and even if I hadn't met Ya Shitian, you and I probably wouldn't be possible. Many things are destined."
Timothy doesn't believe in fate.
"Ya Shitian's fate was good, wasn't it also changed by me? With just my command, he could die at any moment. The so-called destiny is not as powerful as human effort."
Indirectly confirming that Ya Shitian was still alive, Ye Anqi felt a lot more at ease.
