She tightened the man's clothes slightly, frowned unconsciously, bit her lower lip and didn't speak.

It was a thorn in her heart.

No matter how much she loves him now, there is no way to forgive him for what he did in the first place. After so many years, too many things have happened between them, and she rarely remembers that night eight years ago, which used to be her most painful nightmare, but when she chose to forgive Yan Ruyu, she also freed herself from that nightmare.

After all, even if you want to blame, you can't blame Yan Ruyu's head, the person who promised is Fu Tingyuan, and the person who pushed her out is Fu Tingyuan, if Yan Ruyu's injury to her is compared to a scar, then Yan Ruyu is just the knife that committed the murder to her, and the person holding the blade behind her is Fu Tingyuan.

She had been tormented by that sense of abandonment all those years, and she was so painful that she wanted to kill him. Even when she recalls it now, she can't get rid of those emotions back then.

Hate, it's really hate, hate to the end, but there is no way to get rid of this infatuation, disgust with yourself.

Because she no longer loves herself, she chooses self-exile.

Luo Nanchu's eyes were covered with a layer of misty moisture, talking about the past, she still inevitably felt wronged, and gently bit her lower lip, she didn't look at him.

Only that night, she couldn't let go.

Fu Tingyuan held her face and made her look at him. The wetness in her eyes made his heart ache slightly, and he sighed lowly, hugging the petite body of the person under him.

“…… I'm an estimation error. He confessed his original conceit and admitted his mistake, "I thought he wouldn't touch you, he didn't like to touch women that other men had touched." I thought I knew him well, so I was relieved to let you go...... It's my fault, Luo Nanchu, it's really my fault. Only that once, I didn't know how to make it up to you. ”

"......" She lifted her long, moist eyelashes, her eyes fixed on the man's face with a frowning brow and a pained expression, and then bit her lip hard, without saying a word.

"I know you can't forgive me. All the while, I couldn't forgive myself. I'm jealous, Luo Nanchu, I'm jealous that another man touched you...... But what's the solution? I personally sent you to his bed. Even if I am crazy with jealousy, I am the only one to blame in the end. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been sharpened by sand, with a heavy, rough timbre that added a palpable pain to his always magnetic and moving voice.

Luo Nanchu looked at his face, thinking about the way he sat on the chair in the study that night, with a cold and indifferent look in his hands.

He's really changed a lot.

Eight years have passed.

The changes that time has brought to them are unforgettable.

Some injuries cannot be forgotten, but time will erase the pain, leaving only a small scar.

She accepted this man because she accepted his intelligence and pride, as well as his coldness and conceit. She allowed him to be possessive of her, and she also allowed him to feel sorry for the hurt she had done to her.

In fact, after saying so much, in the final analysis, it was only eight years ago, Fu Tingyuan didn't love her as much as he does now.

She used to be unmindful of those things, but now she thinks about it - in this world, how can you guarantee that every love can be reciprocated when I fall in love with you?