Outside the solemn and imposing Li residence, a light rain fell. A group of injured servants stood nearby as a young woman planted her foot on a bodyguard and pointed her umbrella at the person opposite her.
“Li Haoyu, I came here only to ask you something. But now I understand what you were going through. From here on, we owe each other nothing.”
The stirrings of young love can be so intense that sometimes it’s hard to tell whether it’s a crush or true love.
He kept saying he liked her, yet turned around and married the Jiang family’s daughter.
“Isn’t this firework beautiful?”
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Save her, no matter the cost!”
He never once said he liked her, yet every little thing he did was full of love.
“If only you had always been Wang Xiaoqi...”
