"Huai Zhi asked me a question..."
There was a moment of silence in the resting area. When Fu Huaian spoke, Wen Yiru looked over.
"He asked me why I don't love you."
With a faint smile in his eyes, Fu Huaian looked at Wen Yiru and said, "He said, you're beautiful, have a good personality, and even if it's just a silhouette, you can still be recognized in a crowd. And such a great you, chased me for so long, why didn't my heart flutter, why didn't I fall head over heels in love with you."
"He also said, if you pursued him, he would probably surrender at just one glance. But I, an entire two years, didn't have my heart moved for you, didn't surrender willingly, and he couldn't figure it out."
"Yiru, do you know why?"
This question, Wen Yiru had asked many times in the past two years.
Fu Huaian, why don't you love me?
Fu Huaian, where do you think I'm lacking, I can change, just look at me a bit more, okay?
And every time, the man's answer was a negative.
