Shen Qingtang lowered her gaze, the cherry in her hand now somewhat deformed by her grip, and her complexion growing increasingly grim.
It was because she resembled Wen Li that Ji Zeqiu had chosen her as a substitute.
The care and concern Ji Zeqiu had shown her these past few days had made her accidentally forget about this matter.
The person Ji Zeqiu liked was Wen Li, not her.
"I remember now, also that last time in the hotel, it was Miss Shen who helped me buy daily necessities. Do you still recall?" Wen Li reminisced about the past.
Shen Qingtang bit her lower lip lightly.
Of course, she remembered.
Buying daily necessities and clothes for another woman on behalf of the man she liked, the sourness in her heart from that day still lingered.
The words Wen Li spoke to her seemed to be a reminder once again.
The kindness Ji Zeqiu showed her was merely because of Wen Li.
