Phil had long read Anya's thoughts.
He glanced at Anya's tight lips and said briskly, "It is good for a person to live a happy life."
"Don't be afraid to open up your heart just because you get hurt. Not all men in the world will have an affair."
Anya could tell his implication. He was advising her to believe that he was sincere to her. He had long made such a promise, but the trauma her father brought to her could not be easily healed.
Even if it was healed, it would still leave a scar.
For a man like Phil, even if he did not have an affair, countless women wanted to climb into his bed. Could he guarantee that he could control himself for the rest of his life?
She turned to look at the man driving beside her, "Live a happy life? Is that why you are so crazy?"
Phil laughed at her deliberate change of topic. He was trying to convince her to believe his love, but she focused on his first sentence.
What a tricky woman.
Instead of talking back, he asked, "Do you really think I'm crazy?"
Anya asked, "Aren't you?"
In her eyes, he was really crazy about love, which was even approved by his good brothers.
Faced with Anya's question, Phil did not refute, but slowly said, "Shakespeare said: Love is merely a madness, I also think so."
"What's the point of pretending to be cool if you meet a girl you like?"
"When you meet the one you love, you have to pursue her like crazy."
Anya was speechless. He even talked about Shakespeare's saying to defend himself.
Seeing him like that, Anya knew that he would still be as crazy as ever. Anya was fed up, so she decided not to talk with him.
Anya's professor lived in a classic-style cottage with a small garden in front of it.
Phil looked at the happy woman and couldn't help saying with some grievances, "I thought you don't like a garden."
There used to be a big garden behind the villa where they lived. Phil thought girls would like these, so he planted a bunch of flowers, but Anya said it was tacky and only the nouveau riche would make a yard like this.
He was frustrated and thought he disliked flowers, so he seldom sent her flowered when they were still a couple.
But now, she took a fancy to her professor's beautiful garden and even took out her phone to take all kinds of pictures.
Phil complained within himself, but he still unconsciously took out his phone and secretly took a few pictures of her without being noticed.
A picture of her leaning forward and smelling the fragrance of a flower with her eyes closed and a smile greatly moved him. Without even thinking about it, he set this picture as phone wallpaper.
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