Zhou Yuzhu had already stepped forward to meet Shen Huangyi, who was gracefully approaching.
Shen Huangyi had her hands tucked into her pockets, her black hair smooth as silk. When she saw Zhou Yuzhu coming toward her, her almond-shaped brows furrowed slightly, and she took the initiative to speak: "What a coincidence, Zhou Yuzhu, to meet you here."
Zhou Yuzhu smiled and said, "Yes, quite a coincidence."
Shen Huangyi said, "I didn't believe in coincidences in this world, but you've made me believe."
Zhou Yuzhu shook his head, a look of confusion on his perfectly handsome face, "Huangyi, I can't quite understand what you're saying."
"Alas!" Shen Huangyi sighed softly, "Zhou Yuzhu, do you know why I've never accepted you? Instead, I've been distancing myself more and more."
"I don't know."
"It's because I don't like the way you are now."
"I can change."
