She thought that she could continue acting like before. To stay beside him and remain nonchalant about his flings. But it had never dawned on her that as their relationship progressed, she would sink even deeper.
She began to have expectations and emotions.
"I'm just joking, why are you crying?" Yan Rusheng was a little tipsy, and he was indeed furious with her before he entered the room.
He wanted to barge in and question her—he'd set enough of his pride aside that he was almost kneeling in front of her. Why was she pretending not to see it?
But the moment he saw her tearing up, he became flustered.
He had no idea how he'd been reduced to this pathetic state. The pain he'd felt when Fang Jiayin left him three years ago paled in comparison to being in love with this woman he was too afraid to confess to.
Xuxu heard her own unrestrained sobs and realized that she had lost her self-control.
