Sitting dejectedly in the living room, Liu Yiru pinched her arm. The pain brought her to a stark realization—a cruel reality—that what had just happened was not a dream.
Oh God, what just happened to me? Why did that damned coincidence occur? Liu Yiru held her head in her hands, feeling distressed. It wasn't that she disliked the sensation; in fact, it was the best experience of her life.
She had never felt so comfortable, and deep down, she craved it every day.
But why did it have to be him?
If it were any other man, she would have gladly accepted it. Yet, she could never fall for another man.
The only man who could make her heart race was someone she could never be with.
Although that coincidence had shattered her resolve, she had decided to bury it deep in her heart as a beautiful memory.
This dilemma seemed like a never-ending loop in Liu Yiru's mind, causing her immense pain.
Why was her life so bitter?