"You're not wrong." Qin Chen spoke calmly, his eyes as still as ancient well water, unperturbed.
In fact, there was a slight sense of relief in his heart.
Shen Di belongs to Wen Zhiyuan; no matter what he can't take her away, and he never intended to. Being by her side for eight years has already satisfied him.
He had never met a girl kinder or more pure than Shen Di, and he always felt that his love was fulfilled.
"Huh?" Wen Zhiyuan didn't understand Qin Chen's words and looked up at him.
Qin Chen said faintly, "She loves you."
"What?" Wen Zhiyuan was puzzled, waiting silently for more from Qin Chen.
"Her heart has never changed; the person she's loved has always been you." Qin Chen sighed, "And not me."
Wen Zhiyuan's fists clenched tightly, pressing his lips together, his heart slightly shaken.
