Powerful, refined, yet aloof, that was Xu Yang's first impression of Zhao Huaian.
She had drawn him into her game first, but she couldn't remain untouched herself, falling into the trap with her eyes wide open.
He watched patiently as she sank deeper and deeper.
Until he made his choice. Without hesitation, he chose the woman he had always cherished, letting her loved ones die before her eyes.
When that glittering romance in the capital came to an end, Xu Yang had nothing left. She was battered and broken, with barely a breath of life remaining.
From then on, Xu Yang vanished from the capital.
Years later, a reporter asked her, “Do you regret anything about your past?”
Xu Yang smiled calmly at the camera. “Judge people by what they do, not what they feel. If you insist on an answer, then let the verdict be final.”
Once a life has ended, its story speaks for itself.
As soon as she stepped offstage, a large hand seized her and pulled her into an embrace. The man's voice was hoarse with restraint. “I regret it.”
Xu Yang smiled sweetly. “Mr. Zhao, there's no such thing as a cure for regret.”
In the end I still didn't finish it. I just feel so sorry for the heroine