Shen Fanyun lay on the couch, idly scrolling through his phone. A shower had washed away the effects of the alcohol, leaving him startlingly sober—sober enough to hear Li Ruoshui's breathing, which was heavy yet desperately suppressed.
The room, with its main light off, was cast in a hazy brightness. Li Ruoshui gazed at Shen Fanyun's face, as if trying to make up for a decade of lost time all at once.
He hasn't changed much, has he? Still so handsome, still so captivating…
A long, long time ago, Li Ruoshui had asked herself why she found it so hard to forget Shen Fanyun. After all, she had met countless handsome and outstanding men over the years. Picking an excellent man to spend her life with would have been effortless.
But… None of them were as good as the man before me!
Perhaps it was his youthful innocence, his sunny disposition, and that one incident that had, without her realizing, etched Shen Fanyun deep into her heart.
"Cough, cough."
Li Ruoshui suddenly coughed.
