He ran towards Yixia Pavilion and opened the door. It was empty and deserted. Where could he find any sign of her? The blood in his body seemed to be drained all at once, and he collapsed weakly on the ground. Even though there were thousands of words in his chest, they could not break out of his throat.
"Fu Xiaying, you are so cruel!" He looked vaguely at the window with the white curtains dancing, his voice trembling, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Everything was planned by you! You had expected this day, didn't you?!"
Vaguely, he seemed to see a familiar and graceful figure turning around from the window, looking at him in a state of embarrassment and smiling lightly: "There is nothing you can do about it, Zhongyan."
Her still light voice came through the air. She looked at him with an understatement, her long black hair fluttering wildly in the strong wind, and her eyes were clearer and brighter than ever before. She looked at his figure that was already balled up in pain with pity, and gently opened her jade lips:
"C'est La Vie!"
A love story about the intrigue between an ice-smart woman and an evil and arrogant man.
Who is more cold-blooded and ruthless than whom?