As for the missing piece, just carefully cover it up. After you get married and have children, meeting again would be nothing more than a casual laugh and a line like, "The past is gone with the wind."
"Go to the usual porridge shop," Fu Rong instructed the driver.
The driver stopped at the intersection, preparing to make a U-turn.
"You can just drop me off here," Ye Ranran reached for the car door, only to realize it was already locked.
She turned to look at Fu Rong, her pitch-black, bright eyes seemingly soaked in icy water, cold and piercingly clear.
Fu Rong grabbed her hand and placed it on his knee, his deep, dark eyes rippling with tenderness. "You haven't eaten anything all morning either; you must be starving."
"Thanks for your concern, but it's unnecessary." Her tone was indifferent and distant, shutting people out completely.
"Xiao Cai, I never said I didn't want you. So you must stay by my side. Be good, don't cause a scene, or even I don't know what I might do."
