"Wang Ziqing, Wang Ziqing, tell me, why are you living so happily now? Have you forgotten all those oaths made by each other? Why can you let go of everything so easily?"
In the dark night, Wang Ziqing lay on the bed, recalling Gu Niansu's words over and over again, her eyes empty, and tears silently flowing into her hair.
She murmured: I like him, but he loves him. I can pretend to like him, but I can't love him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
