A Queen with a Crown over her head
Xi Yuan wasn't sure if what she'd just said was something she meant or if it was merely the alcohol talking. While her earnest, assuring gaze directed towards the former possibility, the fact that she was lying in his arms, in his clothes, kissing him after what he'd done, pushed him to believe the latter.
Rong Xinghe had never been the kind of person to forgive so easily. The thought of letting people in again after allowing them to shatter her soul once scared her. She'd never been able to turn back once she'd decided to move on. Neither had she ever looked back to the Rong family nor did she liberate the Zhous from their guilt. Maybe, he was really an exception to her. Maybe…