That night, when she saw Pei Zhan drunk in the tofu shop after waiting in vain for her, Fu Zhen wondered if this kid had any feelings for her.
After all, she was no longer the same as before. With such a captivating face, she almost entranced Liang Zhi at one point. Pei Zhan, being a young man full of vigor, might be momentarily swayed by her looks—it wasn't unusual.
But she knew well that relying on looks wouldn't last. One day, all these young men who fancy her face would awaken from their fleeting infatuation, realizing how superficial they had been.
Besides, Pei Zhan hadn't shown interest in anyone for so many years, nor were there any rumors. As a child, he was dull and introverted; as an adult, he was rigid and uninteresting. Fu Zhen was convinced that he hadn't married all these years because his heart was set on someone. Someone who harbored deep feelings for years wouldn't easily be swayed by her appearance.
