In the Han Family Manor, Li Qiuchan gripped her cell phone tightly, her expression alternating between pale and livid. For years, she had been defined by her cool, indifferent, and unruffled demeanor. Outbursts like today were exceptionally rare. Whenever she lost control of her emotions, it meant someone had crossed her bottom line. A prime example being the Shen Fanyun of today.
Ever since that man returned to Hangcheng City, my life has been slowly deviating from its original path. I gave you a chance—a chance to start over and stay here in Hangcheng City. Why? Why do you keep provoking me? Why do you linger like a relentless ghost?
Li Qiuchan murmured to herself, her gaze blazing with anger.
She had assumed Shen Fanyun's unrequited love for her was what drew him back to Hangcheng City, back to a place where he could be close to her. It's normal. Men can never forget the idealized 'white moonlight' of their youth.
