When she saw Huo Chuan like this, Yun Qing's heart seemed to catch on to something, but very quickly, she regained her calm.
Yun Qing knew that although she always said that she had forgotten and that she did not care, she had loved and knelt before him for three years. How could she forget it all so easily?
Huo Chuan was like a persistent itch. Every time he appeared in front of her, it would remind her of the past.
In particular, Huo Chuan's broken appearance now reminded her of her once broken self.
Yun Qing had thought more than once that it would have been great if she had not fallen in love with him.
She should not have saved him in Europe, fallen in love with him at first sight at the banquet, or given up her original identity to marry into the Huo family.
But that was fate. Between her and Huo Chuan, an invisible long string seems to have held them together.
No matter how much Yun Qing wanted to cut that line, it was still there.
