" instead, and after that, she never called him Azheng again.Only his closest friends and family call him that, which goes to show how much Huo Mingzheng adores his fiancée.Cao Fang closed the door wi...Her hand, which hung at her side, was concealed by the sleeve of her coat. She clenched it tightly.

So was he purposely calling at that exact time

I'll purposely make a commotion so she can hear me, then I won't be afraid.

She looked away, her gaze falling on the pitch-black sky outside the window. The window reflected Huo Mingzheng's profile, he had lost weight, his jawline was more defined, the lines were deeper.

Fu Yan retracted her gaze, taking a step to the left before walking forward.

Suddenly, something soft and warm fell on her neck, wrapping around it twice.

"It's cooler now." Huo Mingzheng stood behind her, the warm air from his breath brushing against a few strands of hair that stood up on end.

Fu Yan subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed it. The feeling was soft, it was a scarf.

Her finger froze, and she lowered her head to look.

The deep gray chunky yarn was bought by her and Ji Lin at the mall on the weekend. Ji Lin grumbled but still cooperated with her trying out different colors of yarn.

Huo Mingzheng and Ji Lin have similar skin tones, both fair. They look particularly good with the dark gray.

That day, she was knitting a scarf in the gazebo when Huo Yuan happened to see her. He casually praised the scarf as beautiful and asked if she could knit one for him too.

In the Huo family, besides the late Uncle Huo, Huo Yuan was the most openly kind and caring to her.

Since he had spoken, she wouldn't refuse. This way, the two scarves ended up looking the same. She privately hoped that Huo Mingzheng would be different, but she didn't want to be too obvious, so she embroidered a letter "Z" in the same color thread.

He clearly stated, in front of her and Li Qin, Cao Fang and others, that he didn't want it anymore.

She felt a bitter and embarrassing pain that he could never understand, under the scrutiny of all eyes.

Fu Yan willingly took off her scarf and tossed it back onto Huo Mingzheng's shoulders.

Her voice was faint, devoid of any emotion. "Just throw away the things you don't want. You don't need to give them back to me."

Huo Mingzheng's breath tightened inch by inch. She finally spoke to him again, but the words that came out were like daggers stabbing at his heart.

He held a scarf in one hand and gripped her arm with the other.

My tightly strung nerves were suddenly snapped. "I admit what I said was out of anger. You also knitted a scarf for Huo Yuan, which made me feel like I wasn't the only one. I have a small temper and can't stand it when others are treated the same way as me."

Especially concerning the payment of rouge.

He was selfish and wanted to possess her, no one else could touch her or enter her life.

But at a critical moment, Huo Yuan repeatedly lost his reason.

Fu Yan felt it was ridiculously amusing. Just because of his selfishness, she would be forced to humiliate herself in front of so many people.

"Now that Mr. Huo is saying these things again, what's the point Didn't you tell me to start a new life Is this how you keep your promise By constantly bringing back those bad memories"

On the other side of the corridor, Fu Hanlin bought back some hot milk and didn't see Fu Yan. So he came over to look for her.

He was dressed in a black suit, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand. Standing under the cold fluorescent light in the corridor, he called out Fu Yan's name in a soft voice: "Fu Yan, come here."

Huo Mingzheng's cold eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

She paused her steps, and when Huo Mingzheng took a step forward, she walked towards Fu Hanlin.hased after him, the lacquered box couldn't be thrown away, nor could it be returned. She secretly stuffed the box into her bag and then chased after him, "When will you ever change your temper, you c...