"Ye Shu, stop being difficult."
The man extended his hand and pinched her chin, his long, well-defined fingers leading to a handsome, flawless face that moved close to hers, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You shouldn't have forgotten how you became Mrs. Huo."
Ye Shu didn't move, her body somewhat stiff.
Huo Shenting had a face that could easily make a heart flutter, elegant and cold with overflowing charm.
All love at first sight is sparked by appearance, and Ye Shu still remembered how Huo Shenting looked when she first saw him; it was unforgettable, so how could she possibly forget.
Ye Shu squeezed out a smile, her eyes slightly reddened, and said softly, "Of course I remember."
What she remembered wasn't just that; she even remembered every moment of that night, the pain intermingled with her complex emotions.
Tears slid from her eyes. Ye Shu didn't want to cry, yet for some reason, suddenly her eyes were teary.
