Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth

Chapter 803: No More Breakups, I Don’t Want to Break Up

The two exchanged pleasantries, but Su Wanxin was no longer paying attention to the conversation, because someone’s gaze was fixed steadily on her, deep and intense.

She held her forehead, turned around, and hurriedly said, "I’m not trying on anymore," before fleeing in panic, striding quickly towards the fitting room inside.

Is this the start of yet another retrograde period?

She should have checked the almanac before leaving the house!

Her ears slowly started to redden, and Su Wanxin, flustered and uneasy, impatiently said after entering the dressing room.

"Yaoyao, quickly help me take off the clothes!"

The person behind her didn’t respond, simply closed the door slowly, then leaned against it, staring intently at her.

Su Wanxin, anxiously tilting her head, searched for the zipper on her side, inadvertently raised her eyes, and through the mirror saw who was behind her, she screamed in shock, gasping.

"Fu Shihan?!"

Why is it him? Where’s Su Yao?!

Fu Shihan’s gaze moved slowly over her, from head to toe, looking over several times before their eyes met.

Su Wanxin was like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s den, utterly flustered. Her face flushed, she grabbed a coat from the side and draped it over herself, as if wanting to escape, but he blocked the only exit.

Fu Shihan closed his eyes, rested his head against the door, and let out a self-mocking smile.

Defeated.

Her poison, he truly couldn’t quit.

The last bit of defense in his heart completely collapsed.

He stood up straight, walked towards her, stood before her, looking down at her lowered and silent stance.

His throat moved, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Why are you here trying on wedding dresses?"

"It’s none of your business," Su Wanxin replied in a small voice.

Fu Shihan frowned slightly, took her hand, and placed it over his heart.

Su Wanxin didn’t understand his intention, looked up in confusion, and heard him say, "It hurts here."

Ever since they broke up, his heart had been aching day and night, more intensely than during the year she was absent.

The discarded ring was picked up again, the pictures on the wall were put back up, he was as erratic as an immature teenager.

"No more breaking up, I don’t want to break up."

He lowered his head and hugged her.

"Please forget what happened that day, nothing happened, I never did anything stupid."

She smelled so nice, and the faint bite mark he left on her neck a few days ago was still visible.

He could see it, so surely others had seen it too.

Who else but someone intimately close would leave such a mark?

Thinking of this, Fu Shihan felt a bit better.

Su Wanxin was tightly held in his embrace, unable to move. With her hands pressed against his chest, she felt her eyes welling up.

"I have a good memory, I can’t forget. You said we broke up, and you took my ring back."

"I was wrong, I’ll never say it again." Fu Shihan closed his eyes, whispering softly in her ear, "I want to marry you, Wanwan, let’s get married."

Fu Shihan never expected the first time he’d see her in a wedding dress would be under such circumstances. Even if he wasn’t prepared at all, he couldn’t deny that she was truly beautiful.

"I know you’re still angry, hit me to vent if you like, anything it takes to make you happy."

"..." Su Wanxin: "Let me go first."

"No, I haven’t held you in days."

"Let me change clothes first, we’ve stayed here too long, people will misunderstand."

"There’s nothing to misunderstand, what they think is all true."