Because he kept her shut out of his heart.
Casting aside the jumbled thoughts, Ye Ranran carried the porridge and walked toward Fu Rong.
"I thought you would have the butler bring it to me." Considering how much she disliked him, it was indeed very possible.
"If you wanted it that way, it could be done." She didn't mind.
"No, I don't want that at all. You doing this makes me very happy, truly." Fu Rong emphasized.
He was genuinely happy.
"I dreamt of this day in my dreams."
"Eat, why are you talking so much." Ye Ranran used the porridge to stop Fu Rong's mouth.
"Hot." Fu Rong's eyebrows furrowed.
"Ah, is it hot?" Ye Ranran hurried to wipe Fu Rong's mouth with a napkin: "I had left it out to cool for a bit, and I also tried it, it wasn't hot."
Fu Rong grabbed her hand and gazed at her tenderly: "You still care about me, don't you?"
Ye Ranran wanted to pull away, but his grip was too tight, she couldn't extract her hand.
