"But, it's not good for Tan Qing." Wen Nuan gave a bitter smile, "I don't want to see him like this now."
"He's madly in love with you."
Lin Xue shook her head with a wry smile, "Ah well, deep affection, but shallow fate. If only you two had met earlier."
If they had met earlier, or if she had never met Leng Yan at all. Perhaps, encountering Tan Qing, she might have been moved. He's so outstanding, it's hard for a woman not to be attracted.
Wen Nuan moved her lips but still didn't speak, she returned to the table, picked up a pen wanting to work, but stopped, her face full of shock and helplessness.
Leng Yan.
She was writing this name again, in regular script, imitation Song typeface, cursive script...
Forming a heart shape.
Very chaotic, like her thoughts at this moment.
She took a deep breath, forcefully crumpling it into pieces, throwing it into the wastebasket.
