Chapter 422: Chapter 419
Because he knew, only that man could bring her true happiness.
He could give her the bliss she desired.
And he, he only knew loving soone ant wanting to see her smile.
Regardless of whether that love was built on romance, family, or friendship.
After all, in Wen Xian’s heart, they had always been good friends, and perhaps in the future, he would turn this affection for Wen Xian into genuine friendship.
…
Wen Xian knew that once she posted the ssage online, it would certainly blow up.
When she reopened her phone, what she saw was Huo Qi’s Weibo, also trending.
Upon seeing the comnt he had reposted, she was startled.
She stared at it for a long ti, and eventually, a blur of tears slowly filled her eyes, but the corners of her lips began to curl into a gentle smile.
Then,
She opened WeChat, found Huo Qi’s chat, and typed out a ssage to him:
[Huo Qi, I love you too.]
After that, she posted another sentence: [You will always be my dear sister.]
A mont later, her internet handle, Your Little Cutie, replied with one word:
[Scram.]
And casually, sent an emoji saying [I don’t want to talk to you, and I’m throwing poop at you.]
It vividly expressed the feeling in Princess Huo’s heart at that mont.
Wen Xian simply replied with two words: [Bounce back.]
Huo Qi was almost infuriated by her.
However, as the two were exchanging pictures, suddenly another WeChat ssage ca in.
Upon seeing the ssage, Wen Xian’s movents paused for a brief mont.
She clicked on the ssage, entering the chat with Cheng Dongyuan.
Yes, Cheng Dongyuan was the one who had sent the ssage.
Wen Xian’s feelings were sowhat complicated, and it felt different from when she faced Huo Qi.
Since childhood, Huo Qi had been a pampered young master, yet very sincere, to the point of being naive, and when with him, she never had to worry about him being cunning.
But Cheng Dongyuan was different.
He was mature, reliable, experienced, and his thoughts were not sothing she could easily guess.
At the mont, he only asked one question:
[Axian, tell , are you happy?]
Wen Xian composed a reply:
[It’s the happiest, most blissful mont of my twenty-five years.]
His question left so room for interpretation, but her answer left no room at all.
By accepting his proposal, there had never been a happier ti in her past than now.
Cheng Dongyuan’s side showed: The other party is typing.
He typed for a long ti, but when the final ssage ca through, it contained only a short line:
[I am very happy to receive this answer, Axian, you must be happy.]
After typing for so long, to send just this brief sentence, he must have written and deleted many tis over.
The complexity within it, the heartache, probably only he himself knew.
Finally, he quickly added another line:
[If he ever lets you down, for the sake of you still calling ‘bro’, I won’t let him off.]
Wen Xian: “…”
It must be said, her heart was full of a multitude of feelings right now, but there was nothing more she could say.
The complexity within it, the heartache, probably only he himself knew.
Finally, he quickly added another line:
[If he ever lets you down, for the sake of you still calling ‘bro’, I won’t let him off.]
Wen Xian: “…”
It must be said, her heart was full of a multitude of feelings right now, but there was nothing more she could say.
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