Perhaps Shen Di no longer believes such words, so when they reach her ears, she just smiles indifferently.
"I won't be like Ling Feng, trust me," Wen Zhiyuan sighs.
The simpler the girl, the harder it is for her to heal once she gets hurt.
"Let go of my hand," Shen Di says.
"Alright." Wen Zhiyuan thinks, there is a long way to go, he isn't in a rush.
He releases his hand and looks down at her, noticing a blush on her face.
"I'll go cook. If you feel bored, come help me," Wen Zhiyuan says.
"There are servants, you don't need to cook."
"I just want you to taste my cooking, that's all."
After saying that, Wen Zhiyuan leaves, closing the door behind him.
Shen Di watches his departing figure, feeling a special sensation gradually spreading in her heart, like spring grass growing further and further.
She feels a bit lost, like a ship that has found a harbor but doesn't know how to dock.
She fears deception, fears disappointment…
