The night was going well; if handled properly, things might progress even further.
These past days, whenever Tang Feng was around, she felt happy. When he left, she felt a sense of loss. Talking to him, she couldn't help but feel excited.
She wasn't a lovesick fool, nor was she naïve.
It was just beyond her control.
Yes, she had fallen for Tang Feng. Over this period, she had seen him almost every day coming to eat, sometimes alone, sometimes with Lan Yue.
The first time she met Lan Yue, she couldn't help but compare herself to her. She realized she wasn't lacking at all and, in some ways, even surpassed her.
But what was the point? Tang Feng's heart belonged to Lan Yue.
However, fate had its peculiar way of showing favor—the heavens had chosen her this time.
Otherwise, Tang Feng wouldn't have chatted with her for such a long time.
