He muttered softly.
Jiang Meilin wiped her mouth and was about to return to her room, pushing her wheelchair, when Shen Mingfeng suddenly reached out to stop her, "She doesn't like it anymore, but do you still like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Jiang Meilin smiled slightly, then shook her head, "I don't like it anymore either."
"Why? This bracelet hasn't changed at all. How can women change their minds so quickly? You clearly loved it so much at first, but now you say you don't like it anymore. It's only been a few years, five years, oh, not six years, just six years, why don't you like it anymore?"
He shouted at Jiang Meilin like a madman.
Jiang Meilin replied softly, "How many six years does a woman's youth have?"
Having said that, she pushed her wheelchair back to her room on her own.
This time, Shen Mingfeng unexpectedly didn't lose his temper or flip the table, but instead stood in place, dazedly clutching the bracelet.
