He was refined and elegant, like an immortal descended to earth.
She was cold and aloof, ruthless and vicious.
She said, “How could someone whose heart is dead care what other people think?”
He said, “Your heart is dead? Then I'll bring it back to life, so you can live for me.”
She said, “I just don't want to owe anyone anything, especially Shen Lang!”
He said, “I'll repay whatever you owe. As for whether you owe me anything, that's not up to you!”
He said, “I, Ouyang Mingri, revere neither heaven nor earth, believe in neither ghosts nor gods, respect neither laws nor rituals, and have no regard for benevolence or righteousness. I don't fear what people say or care about worldly conventions. I follow only my own heart.”
She murmured to herself, “Do you really not care?”
His gaze was tender and unwavering. “Feifei, have you ever cared about the disability in Mingri's legs?”
She answered with the same resolve: “Never!”
