She was the cherished flower Qin Jiangheng had lovingly raised. When they met again after three years apart, they should have gone their separate ways, but he pulled her into his arms and refused to let go.
"Yanyan, I paved the way for you and helped you rise to the top. What else can I do for you..."
"Yanyan, don't go. Take pity on me, and on it..."
Physical dependence burns hotter and lasts longer than affection of the heart, doesn't it?
