"This dress was originally tailored for Furong, so naturally, the size is hers as well. I just didn't expect Miss Wen to wear it herself!" Mo Siluo's gaze fell on Wen Wan's dress as he sighed, "However, if Miss Wen likes it, consider it a gift from me, just a dress after all."
"Why?" Wen Wan bit her lower lip, her voice choked. She just wanted to know the reason now.
"I grew tired of it," the man's three words had thrust Wen Wan into hell.
"Tired?" Wen Wan suddenly let out a laugh, uglier than crying, "What about all those promises you made?"
"Promises?" Mo Siluo scoffed, replying, "You believed the words a man says in bed? I remember telling you, I would never marry you. How naive you are, to be fooled by a few sweet nothings from a man."
