In fact, while Huang qingwu was waiting for han yichu, her heart had gradually turned cold.
"I've already had dinner," she said with a bitter smile.
Huang qingwu wanted to tell han yichu that he was late.
In fact, that was indeed the case. If it had happened earlier, Huang qingwu would have been very excited.
Han yichu's words seemed to be stuck in her throat.
Han yichu didn't know what to say, but she didn't want to leave.
Huang qingwu loved han yichu, but she also hated him.
She hated him for forgetting and for not caring.
Maybe she hated herself even more. She hated herself for having the dream of a butterfly in Zhuangzhou and having that dream.
Since it was a dream, why did she remember it so clearly?
In fact, she had a lot of grievances in her heart.
Han yichu wanted to get closer to Huang qingwu, but she didn't know how.
"Qingwu, we've received our marriage certificate. I've left it at home."
