Lu Zhanyuan, No One Will Ever Love You Like I, Li Mochou, Did Again

Granny Guimian had finally had enough. She tossed me the duster she had treasured for years and said, “Go on, go find that Lu Zhanyuan of yours. But remember this: if any man in this world wrongs you, kill him. Don’t bring shame on our Ancient Tomb Sect.” The Ancient Tomb Sect never treats men like men. Any man who sets even one foot inside the tomb is to be cut to pieces. What’s more, every woman who enters the tomb has to spit on the face of Wang Chongyang painted on the wall. When I spat on Wang Chongyang, I took a close look at his features. His nose, eyes, and ears were all less handsome than Lu Zhanyuan’s.