The Luo Wuyan she knew had always been someone who never got caught up in romantic relationships.
Her vision and foresight far surpass those of ordinary people.
Lu Zhiwei ultimately did not give Luo Wuyan a face painting; she respected Luo Wuyan's decision.
When Luo Wuyan came out of the lounge.
Shen Jiarui stood at the door, and he heard the conversation inside clearly.
"So, am I really going to lose you completely?" A deep sadness enveloped Shen Jiarui's face.
Luo Wuyan smiled and walked to Shen Jiarui's side, her clear eyes meeting Shen Jiarui's tearful pupils.
"You should wish me well, and wish me a speedy realization of my great ambitions."
"I'm afraid I can't bless you and that old man, Luo Wuyan. Don't you know how much I love you?" Shen Jiarui lowered his head and bit his lip tightly.
"I am a human being too. I also feel pain. I am not something you can take or discard as you please."
Shen Jiarui stabbed his heart and cried to Luo Wuyan.
“I gave you a chance, but you couldn’t do it. You can’t let go of your responsibilities. Why should I have to go through a life of hardship and displacement?” Luo Wuyan grabbed Shen Jiarui’s collar and confronted him coldly.
"That's better than you settling down with an old man who's over fifty," Shen Jiarui growled.
"You mean I shouldn't have gotten the benefits from an old man, but rather you should?" Luo Wuyan approached step by step.
Shen Jiarui retreated hastily: "I... that's not what I meant."
"Stop making excuses, your body is more honest than you are." Luo Wuyan hooked his collar, pulled him closer, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his thin lips.
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