"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
"Hmm."
"Who am I to you?"
He actually repeated the question he just answered.
"Hmm, ah... my man."
If there was any regret.
But even so, she did not insist anymore.
Just what was the reason?
She thought that perhaps it was because she had never had such a beautiful life in her lifetime. Everything came so fast and so beautifully that she felt like a pauper who had suddenly won five million, unsure whether it was all a dream or not. This fear of loss drove her a bit crazy, making her anxious and afraid that one day she would wake up and Heaven would take away all the beauty she had received.
"Still f**king crying?" the man hummed with a muffled voice,
"...Wu, you think I love to cry? Crying and shouting, Zhan Se's throat is almost hoarse.
"I never believed in true love until I encountered it, and then I got it."
