"Lone Wolf was outstanding, but... his death was tragic. In his suicide note, he left half of his insurance to his fiancee, just like mine. So when Zeng Rong saw it, he was reminded of the past. Plus, the love letters you wrote to me weren't sincere enough—Xiao Mei, I have to criticize you for that. Whenever I asked you to chat with me more and write me some nice letters, you wouldn't do it. You'd just send me some perfunctory lines that didn't seem heartfelt!"
Xiao Qian rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm the kind of woman who's always sweet-talking? It's a good thing I even wrote anything."
Xiao Qian was a woman of action. She spoke less but did more. She rarely clung to Yu Minglang, but the gifts she gave him were always the most expensive, and her love for him was always genuine. This hadn't changed since her past life.
