Later, whenever people in their circle mentioned Yu Huan, their eyes were full of both disdain and envy.
Yu Huan spent ten years with that playboy, Chu Feichi.
He cheated on her for three years, then spent seven years tangled up with his first love.
Later, he told her he was getting married, and she let him go without looking back.
When they met again,
she stood among the crowd in a red dress, gazing at him with a seductive smile. “Young Master Chu, I heard you got divorced?”
Chu Feichi gripped her slender waist and pinned her in a cramped corner.
Divorced? You have to get married first to get divorced.
Who would have guessed that Young Master Chu’s...
first love was her,
his cinnabar mole was her,
his heart’s blood was her.
Now, all he wanted was for the woman in his arms to be her, too.
“After a long time, I finally dared to look up. You were waiting for me on the other shore, for me to find the courage.”
