She had once treated him with that same gentleness.
That had been the best time of his life.
She had been like a lost aristocratic Persian cat; all she had to do was look at him pitifully once, and he couldn't help but pick her up and take her home.
But sadly, a cat won't stay just because its owner is good to her.
Because cats are inherently fickle.
No matter how much you pamper her, run yourself ragged for her, when she wants to leave, she still won't hesitate in the slightest.
He could only blame himself, for falling in love with a fickle cat, couldn't he.
Other than that, what else could he do?
Sheng Shaocheng walked toward Ou Manhui.
Just like when he'd left.
She could recognize the sound of his footsteps easily.
She stopped crying, startled, then slowly raised her head—and it really was him.
Hadn't he left?
Ou Manhui seemed a little flustered and hurriedly wiped away her tears.
Seeing her like this, Sheng Shaocheng suddenly found he couldn't stay angry.
