Wen Yiru couldn't remember for a long time whether she regretted or felt annoyed when she woke up in his arms the next day.
She only knew that when he suggested trying to love him, she panicked and fled.
The tent shook even more violently, and Wen Yiru curled up motionless in the corner of the tent.
At the moment when tears streamed down her face, a sudden sense of regret welled up in Wen Yiru's heart.
If that morning, when Fu Huaizhi asked if they could try loving each other, she had said yes, would their ending be completely different now?
Fu Huaian wouldn't always be avoiding her.
Even if they had to meet unavoidably, he wouldn't wear that helpless smile and nonchalantly say, "Miss Wen, long time no see!"
And Fu Huaizhi wouldn't have become a joke in the elite circles of Wucheng.
They said his fiancée repeatedly tried to put a green hat on him.
Wen Yiru had heard this countless times.
Let alone Fu Huaizhi.
But the man never came to her with any trouble.
