"Time has passed too long, I don't remember clearly anymore," Zhou Yang said with a chuckle, straightening his dangling arm and giving his eyeliner a perfect little tip. Straightening his back, he carefully chose his words and advised, "Actually, you don't need to care about these things anymore. What matters is that he is yours now, right? There's an old saying that goes, 'one should look forward rather than clinging to the past, or they'll end up with nothing.'"
"..."
How did this turn into a motivational speech?
It's easy to say, but when it's not happening to oneself, anyone can remain calm.
Just thinking about Fu Jinghen being coveted by so many women annoyed her.
She wished she could put her own exclusive label on him, so everyone with eyes could tell that Fu Jinghen was her man.
Wen Qiao pursed her lips tightly and started planning the timing to go public with their relationship in her mind.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and Wen Qiao lifted her eyelids to look.
