In this life, she wanted to live respectably. She didn't want to be someone's mistress, and she certainly had no desire to be a socialite passed from man to man. She was going to live a clean life, a life with dignity.
With her convictions solidified, Zhao Nuanyue knew even more clearly what to do. As for Hua Yusen, he was a cloud in the sky. She was just a foxtail grass on the ground, able only to look up on sunny days and admire him from afar, never daring to hope she could embrace that white cloud.
She could only hope that after a long wait, the cloud in the sky would condense into raindrops and fall to earth.
Then she, this little blade of grass, might be nourished by a few drops of rain.
That would be more than enough for her. If she wasn't greedy, she could be content with her lot.
Meanwhile, when Hua Yusen saw Zhao Nuanyue return to the room blushing, he rubbed his face with both hands, knowing he had crossed a line again.
