"You don't think so?" Chen Minrou was surprised for a moment, then waved her hand dismissively. "Who cares? I'm quite a sucker for it, actually."
When she took the initiative to kiss him, the man, with his tear-filled, red-rimmed eyes, seemed even more precious to her than he was in his youth.
Especially the way he cried, his vision blurred with tears as he stared at her without blinking, his entire being radiating a kind of stubborn, aggrieved air.
It was as if he were silently protesting her coldness over the past few years.
It made Chen Minrou reflect deeply. 'Have I really been too harsh?'
She felt a genuine, heartfelt desire to make it up to him.
And as luck would have it, his arm was injured, so he didn't have to do any of the strenuous work...
These past few days, the passion between them was as intense as the clinging infatuation of their newlywed days.
If not for her dear friend's enthusiastic invitation, Chen Minrou would not have wanted to leave the house at all.
