Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Nuan. "That was a very heartfelt comment. Is that from experience?"
Wen Nuan was stunned. She couldn't help but hit his chest. "You're so sensitive. Do you have to be so sour? I didn't even put vinegar in the hot pot."
It was a bit from her own experience, but she was young and optimistic. Back then, when Fang Liucheng didn't return her feelings, she was silly and just kept giving. She didn't feel like she had lost anything, and when she felt sad, she would find a way to vent.
A person like Mo Yao, unlike her, wouldn't cry when he wanted to or laugh when he wanted to. So he must be in a lot of pain.
"Hey, you said your aunt and Wushuang bet that Little White Mo would never get married. Does that mean that Little White Mo will end up with Mo Yao?" Wen Nuan asked. "What are you betting on?"
