章 142: Might as well eighteen years to forgive him.

Song Yan was lying on top of her bed with her arm resting over her eyes. 

' I was your second choice.'

Honestly, she has no memory left of the time when she was chasing Fu Yu Sheng but she knew that the old her must have said something like that because that was what she had in her mind when she started chasing him. He was good-looking, rich and a wonderful man who would rather jump off the building than cheat on her even under the effect of an aphrodisiac. 

But she didn't remember when exactly she said that to him… she shut her eyes close hoping when she couldn't remember a thing. This was a mistake, everything from the start to finish, she wished she could say that he was wrong, that she really loved him —— then how come her feeling eventually faded?

Love lasts for long right?