Her disdain, hostility, and cold treatment were all like needles, each one piercing into his heart and guts.
Ling Muye had never dreamed it would be like this.
This girl he once thought was as soft as a cloud, so purely white, turned out to be so resolute and ruthless.
And yet he had lost her for only a few dozen hours.
But to him, it felt as long as decades, centuries, even millennia!
Sheng Qianxia hailed a cab and left Ling Muye behind.
It was a long time before Sheng Qianxia's body felt as if it had been emptied, as if everything was void.
How could she have made such a boast?
Her relationship with Gong Beiyao was clearly a mess!
Yet bumping into Ling Muye here had made her acutely aware.
As long as Ling Muye was present, it was impossible for her to leave Gong Beiyao and do anything else.
Since she had already come this far, why not make good use of this marriage?
The end could come at any time; why not maximize the benefits before it did?