When Jing Luo saw Wen Ziyang stop in his tracks, his thin lips pressed together.
"Even though there are some things I don't really want to admit, I still want to tell you—your existence means a lot to her…"
Even if Fu Nian never talked about the Wen Family matters, Jing Luo still knew she cared a great deal.
Wen Ziyang: "…"
He'd always thought it was a one-man show, but it turned out… she'd been cooperating with him all along.
Wen Ziyang's thin lips pressed together; he didn't turn around, just slowly said, "Thank you."
"I'm her best friend. I've always known. I just pretended I didn't, that's all."
Because the identity he wanted was lover, husband…
Human greed has no limits.
"In the end, I wish you both happiness. Don't tell her I was here."
"Mm."
Jing Luo watched Wen Ziyang walk farther and farther away, then get in the car and leave, his thin lips pressed together.
From the bottom of his heart, he admired Wen Ziyang.
