Shu Yimo was a very pragmatic person, who could let go as easily as she could hold on. She had tasted the bitterness of engraved memories but remained, fundamentally, a rational person.
Now that she had married Long Chengyu, she was well aware that her life henceforth should revolve around him as a focal point—
What belonged to others, no matter how much she liked it, ultimately remained theirs. Only what she possessed was truly hers.
In the past, Shu Yimo did not deeply understand this sentiment until, after two years of reflection, she realized that only her own people truly deserved her heartfelt care and treatment.
So, to Shu Yimo, Long Chengyu had undoubtedly become one of her own.
This feeling was actually quite subtle; at least previously, she thought living with this man, who was not very familiar, would be awkward, but now, it turned out she had worried too much.
Did they seem more like friends who had lived together for many years, or perhaps relatives?
