At this point, she couldn't help but start crying again, "He's always like this, never tells me anything, enduring everything all by himself..."
Meng Wanning's tears silently flowed down. Her acquaintance with Chen Cheng was bland, just like the Mapo Tofu Mei Xiang made today, tasteless and without a ripple of excitement.
There were no heart-stopping adventures, no life-and-death vows of commitment, only day after day of unremarkable togetherness, like a cup of warm water, not scalding the mouth, nor chilling the heart.
By comparison, between Mei Xiang and Chen Cheng, there were experiences she couldn't reach, a mutual support on the edge of life and death, selfless acts in times of danger, memories that would last a lifetime.
Suddenly, she felt like an outsider, a silent observer to their story.
Her love for Chen Cheng was built on fantasy and longing, whereas Mei Xiang and Chen Cheng shared real experiences and bonds.
