Imprisoned in Marriage

Everyone in the capital knew that Song Huaijin had someone he cherished above all else. He let her do as she pleased, no matter how wild she got, and was happy to shield her from behind.

But she said, “Song Huaijin, this is getting old. I don’t love you.”

The usually calm and aloof Song Huaijin’s eyes reddened. He buried his face in Tang Fenghe’s neck and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. “That’s all right. I love you, and that’s enough.”