But I Still Like You

The second year after I married Jiang Xi, she became the most sought-after socialite in the aristocratic circles.

Every man envied me.

But they didn't know that for two whole years, she never let me touch her.

She was as cold as ice.

Then, at the Christmas Eve party, she saw the man she loved in another woman's arms, and her exquisite face crumpled in an instant.

Only then did I finally understand: Jiang Xi had never given me even the slightest bit of her love.

I stepped forward and looked down on them with pity.

"Trash belongs with a trash can. You two were made for each other, so I'll leave you to it."