Even though Shi Annuo married her, she could feel that Shi Annuo still loved Han Qianqian.
If... that kind of if, Wen Zhaozhao didn't dare to think about it. She always felt she couldn't compare to Han Qianqian, and that she would lose to her. It wasn't that she felt inferior, not her looks or her family background, but she could feel it—that although Shi Annuo was kind to her, he hadn't truly fallen in love with her.
"That day will never come!" Shi Annuo bent down and kissed Wen Zhaozhao on the lips again.
Undoubtedly, Wen Zhaozhao was a good wife. She trusted him, supported him, loved him deeply, which made him realize that life could indeed be so fulfilling.
Whether or not he had fallen in love with her, he didn't know, but he could no longer live without her—she had become the only bond of his life.
But no matter what promise Shi Annuo made to herself, Wen Zhaozhao still worried—worried that when Shi Annuo saw Han Qianqian again, he would reconcile with her.
