"What it means is," Nangong Yue took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and said, "it means you can't marry him. First of all, you're five years older than him, and you're also of a higher generation than him. You call his parents brother and sister, so you're his aunt, and you two can't be together."
"Why not?" Hearing this, Nangong Xiao burst into tears.
"You'll understand this better when you grow up a bit," Nangong Yue comforted Nangong Xiao, "don't be sad. When you grow up, you'll meet many, many husbands who are much more handsome than Di Yimo, and you might not even be interested in him anymore!"
"Really?" Nangong Xiao immediately stopped crying.
"Really!" Nangong Yue nodded and solemnly promised.
Nangong Xiao pondered, looking reluctant.
