But wait, Ming Ansheng was with Yueyue the whole day. Young Master Ming would never miss any of the gatherings.
Xuxu couldn't comprehend what was going on when Yan Rusheng became solemn once more. He warned her in a dictatorial manner, "Wen Xuxu, from today onwards you're not allowed to think of Jiang Zhuoheng."
Xuxu smiled. "Ah Sheng, I love you."
'I've always loved you.'
She couldn't imagine what would happen if he realized that the 'jerk' he kept harping on was actually himself. What reaction, expression, or action would he have?
She had endured everything alone, and everything was already over. Xuxu felt that she should continue to conceal the truth and tuck it away in her heart. Only she and the heavens shall know.
"You dumb woman. It's your luck that you met me." Yan Rusheng bent his head to kiss her once more.
His torn lips bled once again.
