Hiding True Abilities
Pretending to Be a Love Brain
In the dead of night, only after I let out a satisfied sigh did Wei Che gently roll off me.
He had been putting in so much effort lately that I figured he was probably about to leave me.
With a faint sigh, I turned over and went to sleep.
After all, everyone knew it.
I was the most useless kind of lovesick fool.
When the sky wanted to rain and a man wanted to leave, what could I possibly do about it?
Beg him bitterly? Threaten suicide and make a scene?
That was what a real lovesick fool would do.
But I was a fake.
A long time ago, I had already understood one simple truth-
Everyone despised a lovesick fool.
Pretending to be one, however, was the advanced strategy.
