"Han Bi, you overestimate your place in my heart. Even if my Mommy was wrong, she is still right to me. The truth doesn't matter to me," Ye Feimo said in a grave voice.
Wen Nuan was shocked. Ye Feimo, who would have thought you were such a devoted son? Miss Wen had always thought that a man like Ye Feimo would be the type to kick his parents to fend for themselves in their old age.
"Fine, let's not talk about this. Feimo, do you dare to say that you no longer love me? Just say it, and I'll give up," Han Bi said like a gambler, her eyes filled with deep affection.
Ye Feimo remained silent. Han Bi felt a surge of joy in her heart and reached out to embrace him. Her hands gently wrapped around his waist, her soft and gentle voice like a moving piece of music.
He didn't push her away. Wen Nuan peeked out and saw the perfect couple standing in the shadow of the lights. She couldn't see Ye Feimo's expression. His hands didn't embrace Han Bi, but he didn't stop her from holding him.
