Under Qin Ruan's watchful gaze, Ling Xiaoxuan looked deeply into her eyes.
Her pale face broke into a faint smile, her tone extremely serious: "Without little uncle, even if I am lucky enough to survive, my life could be worse than what you've experienced in West City."
Knowing that Ling Zeheng and Ling Xiaoxuan were not blood-related and realizing their complicated mutual feelings left Qin Ruan in shock.
She never imagined that the person who wasn't part of the Ling bloodline would be Ling Xiaoxuan.
Suppressing the surprise in her heart, Qin Ruan shook her head calmly: "I still don't understand. Since you're not related by blood, why did you choose to marry Lei Ning?"
She found this decision somewhat unacceptable.
So foolish.
Ling Xiaoxuan's lips were devoid of color, trembling slightly like willow leaves.
If possible, who would want to be separated from their loved one?