Lu Xinyi sucked in a deep and shuddering breath. The butterflies in her stomach refused to settle as she waited for Shen Yi to say something. She had to prepare herself for whatever his answer would be. If he didn't… if he didn't feel the same way, maybe she should learn how not to love him.
She had tried her best to quell her feelings, telling herself that it would complicate things between them. That it wasn't something worthy to cry over. She would stay married to him for a year just as they had agreed on, and then she would leave him alone.
Lu Xinyi wished that she didn't feel this way for him—that her heart wouldn't skip a beat whenever she sees him sleeping early in the morning, whenever he graces him with his rare smiles. That looking in his eyes didn't make her feel weak and fill her stomach with butterflies.
