Summary
For thirteen years, I had done everything I could to thaw Song Mingchuan’s heart. Nothing worked.
Still, the System kept urging me on. “At the end of the story, he’ll bitterly regret losing you and beg you to come back.
“Your task now is to throw the embroidered ball into his arms…
“Wait! What are you doing? Song Mingchuan is the man you love!”
Behind Song Mingchuan stood a young man with the ball clasped in his arms, his face flushed with astonished delight.
I smiled.
“Oh, I’m tired of groveling. I’ve picked someone else to love.”