"Miss Ning, how does the arsenic taste?" She leaned down, her red lips almost brushing my ear. "Your parents were screaming terribly on the phone just now. Boom!" Her voice suddenly rose. "That's how it happened. The car was wrecked, and they both died."
Zhou Ziqian crouched down and lifted my chin with the long, slender fingers I had once loved most. "Wanwan, don't look at me like that. Blame yourself for being so stupid. Did you really think I'd fall in love with a rich heiress like you, who has nothing but money?"
My vision was already blurring, but I could still see the light glinting off his suit cufflink. It was the pure gold gift I had given him for his twenty-fifth birthday, engraved on the inside with the words "Qian loves Wan."
