"I'm afraid that He Weng doesn't know about my past, and I fear that once he does, he might not even want to be friends with me anymore," Liu Hong still couldn't let go, questioning herself.
"Do you perhaps like him a little? Want to talk and chat with him, and even if there's nothing to do, sitting there all afternoon not finding the time dull? When he doesn't come do you wonder what he's up to, why he doesn't show up? When eating with him, even the coarsest food feels incredibly sweet, right? Ask yourself, don't you want to be with him?"
Liu Hong glared, "You girl, now that you're married, you just throw words around." Her face still blushed.
