If it hadn't been for this encounter seven years later, Chen Yu would have always wanted to wait where she was, waiting for that person to take the initiative to approach her.
In her world, liking someone has become her weakness. How do you say a very popular saying in the past? Oh, whoever falls in love first loses. To her, Li Xiao was like a wound immersed in water. She would rather let it rot than lift her hand to free it.