“I won’t marry him! Whoever wants to can, but I won’t!”
Shen Murou hurled the jade pendant in her hand to the ground. It shattered with a sharp crack.
Dressed in a rose-red skirt, she stood in the middle of the main hall, weeping as prettily as a pear blossom wet with rain.
But the words from her mouth grew more vicious with every sentence. “What kind of man is Lu Zhiyan? Everyone in Gusu City knows he’s a mad cripple! He broke his leg three years ago and doesn’t even recognize people anymore. I’d rather die than marry him!”
