The girl's boudoir.
Wen Meimei had not slept, in fact, she couldn't sleep, her face still throbbed with pain, and her mind was in turmoil.
Feng Wu's heart belonged to Sisi...
She had not forgotten that sentence, nor could she entirely erase it from her memory.
The man had been dead for two years, so why did Qiao Chengxun still stubbornly cling to the past?
Could this be what true love really is?
Suddenly, Wen Meimei felt lost.
She asked herself, if Qiao Chengxun suddenly came to her asking for a divorce right now, would she be able to let him go?
Without much thought, her answer was yes.
So, perhaps her feelings for him were just a fleeting fondness, rather than true affection.
Whoever...
Turning over, she lay her injured left cheek upward and closed her eyes tightly.
Another phrase suddenly surfaced in her mind—"Whoever dares to slander my wife, I will pursue it to the end!"
Damn it, what was Qiao Chengxun doing bombarding her young heart out of nowhere?