Under that once charming face she adored, there was a heart skilled at tearing open others' wounds.
Admiration, secret love, are all past tense.
Now in her heart, Qin Muchao is much warmer than him. She likes being with Qin Muchao, even if it's just as his assistant.
Of course, she knows that she and Qin Muchao are never going to be possible.
Maybe liking and love are not romantic love, but familial affection.
But that's fine… Her happiness will never come from Lou Ming.
What Lou Ming left her were only shock, fear, and humiliation...
Thinking about spending the rest of her life with him made her feel suffocated, to the point where she could barely breathe.
She stepped back, then back again. She sat down on the sofa, at the farthest spot from Lou Ming.
At this moment, she no longer avoided Lou Ming's gaze.
