The moment she was hugged by Xi, Zhou Yuwei's heart tightened.
The tip of her nose turned sour, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She looked at his hands on her waist and immediately turned around to hug him back.
She buried her face in his handsome chest and said in a hoarse voice," Let's not quarrel, okay?"
Other than the dispute in the hot spring two years ago, the two of them rarely quarreled after they got together.
Although he was three years younger than her, he was mature and considerate to her.
When she was with him, she was happy and cheerful every day.
His existence had already fused into her flesh and blood.
If this wasn't deep love, then what was it?
Now that Cheng Zimo was mentioned, there were no longer any waves in her heart.
Xi lowered his head and looked at the thin mist in Zhou Yuwei's eyes. His heart suddenly throbbed in pain.
He shouldn't have said that about her.
