"Miss, don't you think it's because he truly loves you?"
Yan Xixi was taken aback. Wan Donglin loves me? Is that even possible?
From beginning to end, it had only ever been a transaction. Whenever she thought back on it during the quiet hours of the night, she would feel a pang of shame for her utter shamelessness back then. Deep down, she was always too embarrassed to admit it. If she hadn't been completely cornered, with no other way out, she would never have made such a choice—not even if it meant her life.
Even if she used the excuse that "Wan Donglin was just a bachelor back then, and their relationship could almost be considered boyfriend-girlfriend," even if she hid behind the fig leaf of him being an "ex-boyfriend," she still felt ashamed.
At the very least, Heaven knew, Earth knew, he knew, and she herself knew the real score.
How could such a relationship involve love, or the lack of it?
