She didn't take it, and Yu Qinglu didn't mind, retracting her outstretched arm and placing it on her lap.
As if joking, her tone was very relaxed, "I used to write love letters to Mu Huan, but he ignored me. Perhaps it was youthful folly. I even almost jumped off a building for him, but later I met my fiancé, that's when I realized how silly I was back then."
After speaking, she laughed, seeming somewhat embarrassed.
There was not a trace of sorrow while mentioning her deceased fiancé.
Nan Wan also laughed, her gaze lightly falling on the teacup, "Miss Yu already said it was a thing of the past. If I mind even this, wouldn't I be looking for trouble?"
Yu Qinglu paused, albeit only for a moment, quickly recovering, "Miss Nan is broad-minded, making me seem petty."
No woman can truly be completely indifferent to her husband's past, if she is, it means she doesn't really love him.
