Xin Huohuo smiled, relieved.
They say people who grow up lacking parental love become extremely insecure as adults. Xin Huohuo felt she was one of them. That was why no one could understand the psychological pressure she endured whenever she was with Bei Mingyuan.
But love was a strange thing. Cruel, even. Or perhaps just full of cosmic mischief. The more you feared something, the more certain it was to happen. The more you worried, the more it came to pass. The more you tried to hide, the more it would find you.
She and Bei Mingyuan were from two completely different worlds. Even if the Earth were destroyed ten times over, they should never have had the chance to meet, let alone fall in love. But it had happened anyway—at least, she had fallen for him. 'Isn't it ridiculous? I fell deeper and deeper for something with no possible future, caught in the web of love, unable to struggle free. And in the end, it unexpectedly led to this.'
