"Let go of me," Sheng Qianxia said.
"Don't go, Qianxia!!"
"Let go."
Ling Muye spoke loudly:
"I won't let go! Qianxia, stop going to him, stop letting him hurt you, stop crying over him, OK?"
"He doesn't take good care of you, I will. Whatever he can't give you, I can!"
"I'll give you status, glory, a grand wedding ceremony, and let everyone know you're my wife."
"I will be a good husband, protect you, cherish you, and I'll give you the life every woman longs for, where you're carefree, free-spirited, happy every day, and doing what you like."
"My wallet will be in your hands, your life my responsibility..."
He spoke with such seriousness, as if painting a beautiful illusion.
It sounded like the life every woman dreamed of.
But why?
She felt absolutely no flutter in her heart.
Why...?
Perhaps because... the one offering all of this wasn't Gong Beiyao!
—Did you ever truly love me, Qianxia?
