C192 Premarital anxiety

The triangle on the table, from the front, was still missing one side, as if someone had bitten it.

Zhao Yilin closed her eyes and rested for a long time before recovering. "Wen Chong, I don't think I'm old enough to grow up to be obsessed with something like this."

Wen Chong quickly broke the triangle into pieces and put it into a box. "If it was anyone else, it would have been the same