The night was cool as water, and the constant rustling of waves surging onto the beach never ceased.
Wei Anning hugged her knees, resting her chin upon them, looking up at the study's window on the second floor, where Leng Youchen's figure was no longer present. A wave of inexplicable sadness rose in her heart. Could it be that once he began to dislike her, no matter what she did, she would never be able to move him again?
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, and she hurriedly looked up, her face brimming with joy, "Leng Youchen..."
But upon seeing the Butler's round, plump face, the light in her eyes immediately dimmed, "Mr. Butler, he still won't forgive me, will he?"
