At first, why did he think Su Yan was so similar to Bao Yu?
Clearly, they were two completely different people.
Compared to Su Yan's coldness, perhaps Bao Yu's delicate gentleness was more appealing.
But he didn't know why, he just inexplicably fell in love with this cold woman.
The way she held the Rattan Whip with a calm expression, the way she spoke seriously.
Even now, this clearly ruthless and cruel attitude that did not allow him to get close.
He liked it.
The first time he had liked a girl so much.
Originally, he wanted to try harder.
With a glimmer of hope, perhaps their marriage was not so happy?
But now.
He knew, he had no chance.
He had completely given up.
So, in the end, he could only wish the girl he liked happiness.
May she be happy forever.
After a long silence.
Numerous emotions flitted across Zheng Yao's eyes, ultimately settling into calmness.
He sighed and smiled
"Su Yan, I can only wish you happiness."
His voice choked up for some reason.
