After listening to Wen Linyu's words, An Li's heart softened.
She knew that Wen Linyu was trying his best to show his affection for her, but was simply at a loss for how to do so.
Her pride was like a spear that both enclosed and thrust outward.
While it hurt herself, it also harmed Wen Linyu.
This made Wen Linyu often feel at a loss, caught in a dilemma.
An Li stared at Wen Linyu for a long time.
Finally, she let out a long sigh of relief.
She said to Wen Linyu, "I don't like dresses that cost thousands, but I can wear them for you. I also don't like those people gossiping behind my back, but I can endure it for you. I'm just not yet used to my suddenly changed role, but I'm still thrilled, Wen Linyu, I love you."
Wen Linyu was stunned, unable to react for a moment.
An Li stood on tiptoe, gave him a light peck on the lips, then turned and went inside.
Wen Linyu stood at An Li's door for a long time without leaving, still in a daze.
