"Do you love him?" Ling Yueyue clutched her chest, repeatedly asking herself.
To say she loves him, not quite! To say she doesn't, she seems to have some different feelings towards Huo Junmo.
Ever since that night, after they had been together, Huo Junmo's figure inexplicably flashes into her mind, and the scene of that night often appears in her dreams.
On Aunt Ye's birthday last time, she asked Anxin how she felt about Huo Junmo, and whether there was a possibility with him!
When she heard Anxin say it was impossible, she not only let out a sigh of relief but also felt a bit of secret joy! This feeling was unfamiliar, something she had never felt before about any man.
So she thought, even if there's no love for Huo Junmo, there's at least some feelings, right!
Thinking of Huo Junmo, Ling Yueyue's lips involuntarily formed a slight smile. She folded her arms and fell onto the bed, closing her eyes.
......
The next day, at seven in the morning, Ling Yueyue got up!
