Mei Wanying didn't believe a single word Pei Yan said.
'Not one to hold a grudge?'
'His heart is smaller than the eye of a needle!'
Mei Wanying hadn't forgotten how he'd treated Gu Xun. Gu Xun was his own cousin, yet he had shown him no mercy.
He would only be more ruthless with outsiders.
'How could he say such shameless things without feeling a hint of embarrassment?!'
"What are you here for?"
Her gaze fell to the clump of canna lilies planted outside the window. She refused to look at the man who had clearly taken pains to dress up.
Too much time had passed, but Mei Wanying still remembered. The moon-white robe he was wearing—she had sewn it for him, stitch by stitch.
Back then, she had always wanted to take care of every aspect of Pei Yan's life, as if doing so could secure her place by his side.
A young girl in love is bound to do naive things.
