The warm sunshine poured down, falling perfectly on her back, making her seaweed-like long hair softly cascade down, revealing half of her delicate, fair neck.
Jiang Beiyu stared so intently that he almost forgot about his concussion.
He remembered everything about yesterday crystal clear.
As he thought about it, he sat up.
Originally, he was firmly convinced that a lady of the upper-class like Su Zhiruan wasn't suitable to marry, given she was pampered from birth and spent money lavishly, spending a hefty sum just on shopping. In contrast, a plain woman like Bai Yueyou, who was even pregnant with his child, seemed more suitable to marry.
But after yesterday, Su Zhiruan kept expressing her love for him, while Bai Yueyou, regardless of the consequences, directly caused his concussion.
After he was hospitalized and woke up, only Su Zhiruan was by his side at the hospital bed.