When it came to Wen Nuan, Fu Mingyu, who had been quiet since entering the restaurant, seemed to open up.
He talked about the Wen family, about Wen Nuan's innocent childhood, about the care he had shown her over the years, and finally, he couldn't help but talk about Wen Nuan's cautious confession.
Facing Gu Cheng'an, Fu Mingyu felt that perhaps because of the distance, he seemed to have less burden in his heart.
"To be honest, when she said she liked me, I was stunned. But I know my silence hurt her, and thinking about it makes me feel really sad, I almost want to beat myself up."
Speaking in a low voice, Fu Mingyu sighed, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.
The wine, usually smooth and rich, tasted inexplicably bitter at this moment. Fu Mingyu looked at Gu Cheng'an, who was staring at him silently, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I know you're just a kid who doesn't understand anything, yet you insist on pretending to be a love expert..."
"Who says I don't understand?"
