For the two months Chen Xuan had been on his path to overcome his tribulation, Shen Binglan had not made a single phone call or sent a single WeChat message. It was clear that Shen Binglan’s heart had been truly broken. This was why Chen Xuan felt so insecure; he did not know if Shen Binglan would ever be able to forgive him. Perhaps the iceberg-hearted president’s heart, which Chen Xuan had managed to thaw, had frozen over once again.
Chen Xuan feared that if he returned to Yundong Province, he would be met with Shen Binglan’s cold indifference. Yet, he knew that such an outcome would be entirely reasonable. In terms of both emotion and logic, Shen Binglan had every right to be furious with him, or even to sever ties completely. At that magnificent engagement banquet, with so many friends and family in attendance, how could she not have been humiliated when she watched, helpless, as the man she loved was taken away by another woman?
"Sigh, Binglan, I’ve let you down. I only hope that after I go back and explain, you’ll give me a chance to start over."
Chapter 1789