C753 Could It be That She Really Hated Marrying

The misunderstanding that had troubled them for four years had finally been resolved.

After leaving Fu Sirou's apartment, there was a walkway downstairs. It was late autumn and the gingko leaves had turned golden. They fell with the breeze.

Fu Shenxing tried to approach her hand, which was hanging by her side. He first touched it with his fingertip, then slowly held her hand