Wen Rong returned to City A six years later, and things were different.
Xiao Yuhe insisted on taking her back. He was proud and arrogant at the time, but he didn't expect that he would be in pain for this decision many years later.
For Wen Rong, that sunny afternoon was her rebirth.
For Xiao Yuhe, she fell into his eyes at that first glance that day.
He said, Wen Rong, do you have any heart?
She said, Xiao Yuhe, it was you who hurt me or I who hurt you this time.
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"I am Xiao Yuhe. I am 30 years old. I am in good health and have no disease."
"Mr. Xiao..."
"You can call me Yu He"
"Mr. Xiao, I don't think we are that familiar"
"So you're having dinner with a strange man you don't know very well and only met once?"
. . . .
The rank is too high to be an opponent. Wen Rong has never been able to "beat" Xiao Yuhe. This is fate, and Xiao Yuhe is her destiny.