An Xiaoyu lifted her head and saw Chu Mucheng quietly looking at her with a serious expression.
"Are you thinking of Shen Yufeng?"
An Xiaoyu’s breathing hitched, a mysterious pain aching in her chest, but she remained silent.
At that moment, she indeed had Shen Yufeng on her mind. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱
She remembered the day of her birthday when Shen Yufeng placed a diamond ring on her finger.
Back then, he had sworn solemnly, "Wife, rest assured, in this lifetime, I will only recognize you. I will never let you down."
But his scandal with Sang Yunong really slapped her face!
She never harbored hopes of being with Shen Yufeng and even wanted to keep a distance from him, but where did the bottomless pain come from?
Now, Chu Mucheng ruthlessly pierced through the matters of her heart, leaving her in such an awkward and miserable state!
"You’ve seen the rumors about him and Sang Yunong too, haven’t you?"
Chu Mucheng looked at her, pressing for an answer, a trace of pain in his eyes.
"I told you before, you would regret it. A man like Shen Yufeng is just toying with you, chasing after the novelty, he could never really fall in love with you!"
"Oh, is that so?" An Xiaoyu laughed lightly, "He doesn’t love me, but do you love me?"
An Xiaoyu lifted her head to gaze at Chu Mucheng’s face.
Chu Mucheng also looked down at her.
Her little face carried its usual stubbornness.
In fact, she had a small face, but big eyes that sparkled and shone with pure clarity.
The first time he saw her, he knew that this girl... was very pretty.
As time went by, she gradually grew up, and her looks became even more stunning.
Yet her attention had always revolved around Qin Zixiao, never once considering him.
He was right beside her, but she acted as if he was invisible!
And now, she stood before him, asking such a question.
How should he respond?
Love? Even if he were to admit it, she wouldn’t believe it. The wounds he had inflicted on her over the years, the shadows they cast—how could they be so easily dispelled?
He always knew that in the world of love, the person who gives their heart first, invariably loses completely.
Over the years, he had never given real emotions to a woman, which meant, even if he was entangled in bed with a woman the second before, he could get up and leave without a second thought the next.
What kind of woman hadn’t he seen? There was no shortage of women chasing after him, yet he couldn’t feel the bone-deep longing and affection with them. Letting go, he found his heart empty, retaining nothing.
The only woman he constantly thought of was the heartless little ingrate who was so set on avoiding him that she didn’t hesitate to flee abroad for her studies!
Originally, he thought it was because he couldn’t have her, that he wanted her even more.
But later he realized, she was the only one he truly desired.
Now, if he were to admit his feelings for her, would it be too late?
An Xiaoyu looked at him with a probing and somewhat self-mocking expression on her face, her question just now was merely a joke; she had no expectation of any answer from Chu Mucheng.
But just as she reached out her hand to push Chu Mucheng away, he calmly spoke up, his voice so deep, so tender.
"If I say I love you, would you believe me?"
An Xiaoyu’s body abruptly stiffened.