"But I can't forget the first man who picked up my clothes for me."
Fei Wen had received too little warmth. In her dark youth, there was no one who treated her sincerely. Everyone bullied her, looked down on her, and laughed at her.
She had met many people who would take off her clothes, but he was the only one who would bend down to pick up dirty clothes and put them on her fat and ugly body.
It was precisely because she lacked love that she could not forget the feeling of being cared for after being cared for once.
Fei Wen had complicated feelings towards Cheng Yanmo.
She treated Cheng Yanmo as her target of gratitude, as her respected idol, respected superior, and a man she truly admired. However, Fei Wen knew herself very well. She knew very well that an outstanding man like Cheng Yanmo deserved a better woman.
