Bo Huan, you are just my sister, don't have improper thoughts about me.
Bo Huan, give up on this idea early.
Bo Huan, between you and me, there is only kinship, not love.
...
In Bo Huan's mind, the old scenes wouldn't go away, her exquisite Feng Mou flashed with a defeated dark light, then she twitched her lips and drank all the red wine in her cup.
Ah, Bo Qing...
Really heartless.
Heh...
The name is not wrong at all.
"Sis, isn't there an old saying? 'Not until you reach the Yellow River will you give up?' I think I'm in that situation now."
After speaking, a charming smile appeared on Bo Huan's delicate face.
"Hmm... the word 'give up' has never been in my dictionary."
How could I bear to give up on him?
Feelings of over twenty years are not something that can crumble overnight.
Fu Nian felt even more pained after hearing Bo Huan's words.
"Huanhuan..."
"Hmm, cheers."
Seeing Fu Nian's concerned look, Bo Huan then raised her wine glass, slightly dazed by the alcohol.
