It seemed that whether she loved him or not, it would take a lot of her energy.
Gradually, she didn't even want to think about it anymore.
Wen Yi held the spoon in her hand, her simply made-up face adorned with a serene smile as she faintly said, "To be honest, I don't really have any thoughts."
"..."
What did she mean by not having any thoughts?
The Wen mother looked at Wen Yi's expression for a while but ultimately couldn't discern anything, so she turned her questioning gaze toward her son, Wen Hanyi.
As Wen Hanyi elegantly sliced the steak on his plate without lifting his head, he dismissively said, "First, Mo Shichen was willing to save Shen Yu for Yiyi's sake, and he was injured in the process. A bullet passed by his heart; it was not a slight wound, so she must feel guilty. She can't reject him as straightforwardly and decisively as she did before; second, Young Master Mo has taken a bullet, do you think he took it for nothing?"
