Wen Shu smiled but didn't speak, her gaze shifted toward the direction the man had left, only catching the edge of the clothes as he disappeared around the corner.
According to the original plot, Fu Jinghen should have been a ember burning solely for her.
Qi Ming extended his hand toward Wen Shu, "Let's go, little uncle has left, and we're not in a hurry anymore. Didn't you say you saw a great dessert shop online? I just searched, and it's not far. Shall we check it out?"
Wen Shu withdrew her gaze and dropped her eyes to the palm laid out in front of her, placing her hand into his.
"Sure."
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A barely tolerable sharp pain jolted Wen Qiao awake from a dream. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while until she felt a coolness at the corners of her eyes and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.
The beginning of the dream she just had clearly recreated a scene from the original book.
If following the direction set in the original, Fu Jinghen was supposed to like Wen Shu.
