Wen Zhuo winced and covered his cheek, looking at Huo Shiyuan and said, "You can't blame me for this. When I was eighteen or nineteen, living with you, there were photos of Little Xi's sister all over your house. You always talked about Little Xi's sister. I was already deeply impressed by her. Until a few days ago, she came to A City with her grandfather for medical treatment. We had a chance encounter, and I was instantly invested in my feelings for her."
Huo Shiyuan frowned tightly, holding back the urge to punch Wen Zhuo in the face again, watching him take the ice pack handed over by the aunt.
Wen Zhuo placed the ice pack on his face that had been hit by Huo Shiyuan, continuing to explain: "I met Li Ping around May or June, and indeed, I was attracted by her face, which actually looked more like Yuan Xi from her high school photos at the time.
