"Don't leave me," he murmured repeatedly, his face ashen. Wen Nuan stared blankly at him, realizing that Ye the pervert was also capable of deep affection; he too had his own moon in his heart.
But where had his lover gone?
All these years, surrounded by different women, constantly embroiled in scandals, what was it all for?
Could it be because he had been hurt in love?
Hearing his murmurs, there was an unmistakable tone of sorrow...
Wen Nuan felt disheveled by the wind...
Hurt in love?
For such a perverted figure as the Second Young Master Ye to have been hurt in love, she twitched at the corners of her eyes. She wondered which woman could possibly lack the taste to fall for him, and which unfortunate girl had captured his fancy?
And which girl had the courage to leave him? She started to admire the woman who had abandoned him.
Abandoning Ye Feimo, who was deceitful, perverted, moody, cold, cruel, and Satan-like, was indeed an extremely wise decision.
