He said, "You can't buy this in the store."

Ying Qian shook her head, "Impossible!"

"This bowl contains love. Do the ones you buy outside contain love?"

"..."

Silence is the best answer.

She tacitly allowed the feelings to grow wildly, sometimes even taking the lead, but from beginning to end, she couldn't find the best way to accept this relationship, even when she was deep in thought at night.

She felt incredibly selfish for wanting to steal his affections. But she didn't dare say it, and never told him her true feelings.

Harmed by her family background, she chose to fill a void in her life with other relationships, but then began to feel anxious and insecure.

What exactly is love?

Later, she told Chen Wenzhi all about her helplessness and struggle.

He was reading in a recliner at that time, and the sunlight fell on his face, softening his facial features and making his cold aura less intense.

He listened to her pour out her heart, watching tears gradually well up in her eyes. He got up, walked to the sofa, and wiped away Ying Qian's tears with a tissue. She kept talking nonstop.

After she finished speaking, only her shoulders trembled from sobbing.

The sun was shining brightly. Chen Wenzhi gently stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes with utmost tenderness: "Our feelings are not shameful, and your thoughts are not selfish. No one can define love. You can be with me with the most authentic me. Whatever you want to do, whatever you want to get from me, I can give it to you unconditionally because of love."

Ying Qian reached out and hugged his waist, her voice trembling with tears, "Thank you, Chen Wenzhi... You're such a kind person... I'm so glad I met you..."

The only response she received was a hug from him.