Long fingers picked up a photograph, and he saw the woman in the picture smiling tenderly, her brows and eyes filled with deep happiness.
In this materialistic, filthy, cold, and heartless world, even if there was joy, it was only superficial.
Yet there were still people living in deep happiness, truly unbelievable.
"Is she your love rival?" Fujiwara Ize asked lightly.
Gao Zhenzhen glanced at him, nodding with a sense of grievance.
"Her name is Mo Ran, she was Yixuan's former lover, and Yixuan fell in love with her again. If I had known he had someone he liked, I would have..." She couldn't help but her eyes turned red.
Fujiwara Ize raised an eyebrow, "What would you have done? Wouldn't have approached him, wouldn't have fallen in love with him?"
Gao Zhenzhen was momentarily stunned. Did knowing he had someone he loved mean she wouldn't have fallen for him?
She thought for a moment and then shook her head, her expression dim, "No, I don't regret falling in love with him."
