She directly dipped her finger into a fine and costly red wine beside her, and after a moment, she laughed without any apparent reason, as if something crossed her mind.
A face flashed in her mind, handsome, possessing a self-restrained aura, aloof and indifferent but always willing to accommodate her.
Calling him a lover would trivialize their relationship, and referring to him as a friend would make them sound distant. Their relationship was a fusion of familial love, friendship, and romance.
He was the only one that understood her.
Agreeing that her relationship with Lu Moqing was inappropriate, no matter how hard she tried, the outcome wouldn't change.
Lu Moqing did not stay long in Germany. After candidly talking with Yi Xin, how this matter would wrap up depended on Yi Xin herself.
