He and Wen Yiran became husband and wife, but he had to admit that a deep abyss had already formed between them.
These six years, had been too long.
He caressed Wen Yiran's face. He gently said.
"Do you know what I was thinking about on my way here?"
Wen Yiran hastily averted her eyes.
"I was wondering if you would be angry. The you of today, probably wouldn't be."
"But I was not willing to let go, so I thought about seeing Yaoyao first, hoping it would make you angry."
This emotion was contradictory.
Wen Yiran took a step back and accidentally knocked over the teacup on the tea table.
With a 'bang', the tea splashed and the tea set shattered.
"Xuan Chen."
Xuan Chen's heart trembled, and his fingertips stiffened.
The room was filled with fragrance, which had a calming effect.
