"I didn't force you," said Fu Weiyi.
"But I really feel guilty. Many times, I think of coming to Shanghai to have fun, but I'm afraid to hurt you."
Fu Weiyi remained silent. Wei Tongtong didn't know what else to say. When she was young, she truly liked Fu Weiyi, thinking he was so handsome, just like a prince from a fairy tale. But as she grew older, she realized that such a fondness was merely an appreciation for beauty and not the love between adults.
Clearly, however, Fu Weiyi was serious. Her mother had actually encouraged her many times to consider Weiyi, as he was an excellent man in every aspect.
But… after trying, she just felt that if the two of them really developed that kind of relationship, it would be extremely awkward. She couldn't convince herself to get past that.
In such a noisy place, the awkwardness between the two was unusually apparent. Fu Weiyi drained the wine in his glass, his voice tinged with coldness, "I'll take you back..."
