Han Bi stood on tiptoes to kiss his lips, Wen Nuan was taken aback, pressed her lips together, and shrank back behind the pillar.
That radiant, dazzling woman was Ye Feimo's Princess.
She was just a Cinderella standing in for the Princess.
Princes and Cinderellas were only in fairy tales, and real Princes were meant for Princesses, not Cinderellas like her.
She had grown up enough not to believe in fairy tales.
From Fang Liucheng, she had learned one thing: not to love someone with all her heart, because if others didn't want her heart, she should keep it safe for herself.
Ye Feimo and Han Bi's affair was none of her business. Wen Nuan touched the rose tear on her neck, maybe tomorrow, this necklace would return to its rightful owner.
The footsteps finally faded away; they had left at last.
Wen Nuan took a long breath.
Ye Feimo, now that your Princess has returned, can I, the Cinderella, also go back to my own place?
Perhaps, he would ask her to leave tonight.
