Indeed, he had wagered right once again.
Surprisingly, Zhu Qianying did not refute his words this time.
Although she did not give him any response, she simply looked at him deeply and then turned her head, staring at the street view outside the window in a trance.
But he saw a different emotion, or fluctuation, from her eyes compared to the previous times he confessed to her.
Yan respectfully didn't disturb her silence because he knew she needed enough time to digest and accept his words.
Regardless, he had already waited for five years and didn't mind waiting for another five, ten, twenty years, or even longer.
As long as she allows him to stay by her side, even waiting is a kind of beauty he yearns for.
...
The wound on Zhu Qianying's hand healed quickly, forming a scab after two days.
Seeing the wound gradually healing, Zhu Qianying slowly started packing, planning to move back to the apartment in a few days.
