Jiang Tian didn't believe in fate. She firmly believed that she could escape from Cheng Jingrong's grasp, so she kept running away and was caught again.
After another failed escape attempt, Cheng Jingrong put a shining silver shackle inlaid with diamonds on Jiang Tian's feet with a smile.
He half-bowed his head, placed his hands on Jiang Tian's side, and looked at her condescendingly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse and charming:
"Xiao Tiantian, do you like the new jewelry I gave you?"
Jiang Tian was trembling, her slender fingers tightly grasping the silver-gray sheets, she was forced to hold her head slightly up, and replied to him with difficulty with red eyes: "... I like it."
Concept: Love always has various forms, such as the death of both the jade and the stone