He felt that only someone with true love like him would be willing to marry a girl of humble origins like Yue Yaer.
Despite his mother's vehement opposition, he was unwavering in his desire to marry Yue Yaer. If this wasn't true love, then what was?
But now, he was slapped in the face hard.
Was he the only one willing to marry Yue Yaer?
No.
The man, whose expression suddenly changed upon seeing something, helped Yue Yaer out of the car.
He carefully supported Yue Yaer, his face full of distress and pity.
With one hand supporting Yue Yaer's injured wrist and the other supporting her waist, his previously straight posture now bent down. His eyes fixed on Yue Yaer's injured wrist; anyone who saw him could feel his inner tenderness and concern for her.
Wang Peiling had only met him for the first time, but he could see at a glance that the man loved Yue Yaer.
He was not the only one who wanted to marry Yue Yaer; that man wanted to marry her too!
