Jiang Tian's heart raced. She finally understood the inexplicable emotions she'd been feeling these past few months.
Why she looked forward to Mr. Lu glancing at her more than once, why she hoped Mr. Lu would treat her kindly.
Why seeing Mr. Lu with other women caused her pain.
And the pain when Mr. Lu said he disliked her.
But last night, when Mr. Lu showed her rare tenderness, the gentleness of his gestures instantly dissipated her confusion and grievance over the past few months.
She saw her own heart; she had fallen in love with Mr. Lu.
Even though he wasn't good to her, didn't care for her, even hated her, she understood his tenderness, understood the gentle soul that couldn't find a place to rest; she just couldn't help but like him.
After all, how could a little girl like Jiang Tian resist someone as charming as Mr. Lu?
Jiang Tian took out her phone and, word by word, sent a text message,
"Mr. Lu, did you really make fish soup for me?"
