The gentle Huo Tianxing, the affectionate Huo Tianxing, with a faint smile, softly spoken words. Even now, Rong Hua can still recall the little details from those times.
People say such warm men are typical second-choice backups, but in Rong Hua's eyes, this kind of warm man is the true prince.
"I was really foolish, I thought..."
Rong Hua cried, her makeup smudged into a mess, all her poise, all her elegance and grace, crumbled in an instant.
She cried like a child, she was regretful, she was in pain.
"I thoughtlessly sought revenge, yet ruined my own life, and implicated my child," Rong Hua murmured as she spoke, her tears flowing evermore.
Throughout these years, she has regretted countless times, the recklessness of youth, the unrepairable mistakes she made.
It wasn't until she saw Huo Tianxing again that she realized she was even more wrong, of course, the grudge she held was not only meaningless, but even felt ironic.
