The Mountain Has Its Trees, and You Have My Heart

Mu Qingqing waited three whole years for Xiahou Jingmo, never realizing that all her hopes were nothing but a joke in a cruel deception.

He said with utter disgust, “Mu Qingqing, you vulgar, money-grubbing wretch. Just looking at you makes me feel like I’ve dirtied my eyes!”

She could only force back her tears. “Soon… you’ll get your wish.”

“There are trees upon the hills, and I wish their branches would entwine. I think of you, my love, year after year, while you remain unaware…”