If We Were Perfect (If Love, #4)

by Ana Huang

Real love consumed you and demanded sacrifices you’d never thought you’d give.

the world narrowed until he only saw the woman sitting in front of him. Even if they were out in the city, surrounded by thousands of people, she’d still be the only woman he had eyes for. It’d been that way for nine years.

“It’s not about love. It’s about timing.”

I realized, you didn’t ruin my life. You ruined me for other women.”

The moment I set eyes on you in that crappy orientation room in Shanghai nine years ago, I was a goner.

That was all there was to it. Love. Such a simple concept that humans liked to twist and complicate with their fears and insecurities, but eventually, everyone had to make a choice—let the doubt consume them, or let love carry them through.

“Let’s make a deal—I’ll tell if you can make those dumplings from scratch and they taste similar to Wah Sing’s. And if we don’t get food poisoning,” he added. Olivia scowled. “You have a death wish, Mr. Yu.” “Good thing you love me so much, Mrs. Yu.” He brushed his lips over hers again. “Otherwise, I’d be concerned.”