See, Han Bin's expression darkened. He said, "You went to see Xiao Shen, right?"
That wasn't a question, it was more of a statement.
"..."
Feng Lu avoided Han Bin's gaze and didn't say anything.
"How could I forget? In your heart, there's always Xiao Shen. And you, Feng Lu, are such a sentimental woman—even knowing Xiao Shen likes Qin Zhen, you stay hopelessly devoted, wanting to marry him. Did I get it wrong?"
Han Bin refused to admit he was jealous—jealous of Feng Lu's feelings for Xiao Shen.
"Do you even have a conscience?"
Feng Lu told herself firmly: right now, she absolutely cannot get involved with Xiao Shen. She had to solidify her feelings for the man in front of her. Thinking that, she cried, sobbing: "If I've always been hung up on Xiao Shen, would I have agreed to a family-arranged meeting and married that Luo guy? If I was still thinking about Xiao Shen, would I have ended up with you, and given birth to our twins?"
