The outside wind blew fiercely, cold with a fine rain, reaching his heart, and he exhaled slowly.
This woman, she was exactly the same as five years ago, pure and charming, enticing and shy, stubbornly proud, and heartless.
He did not want to let go, yet he hesitated; he did not want to be like he was three years ago, foolishly giving his heart only to be trampled on.
He promised himself that this time he wouldn't take the initiative, he wanted her to walk towards him one step at a time.
Yet a single Lang Qingge made him almost lose control.
He massaged his temples. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed more emotionally invested in her than he was three years ago …
Yu Jingrong furrowed her brows and turned her head to look out the window.
Li Chengyun was truly the demon in her heart. Three years ago, she was abandoned and left with numerous scars. Undeterred, she intentionally provoked him, attempting to assert her importance in his heart.
