With Warm Affection

Jiang Qianyao had loved Duan Li for a long time. Even knowing he had a white moonlight in his heart, she willingly became another woman's substitute, losing herself in a tenderness that was never meant for her. Just as love had blinded her and she ignored everyone's advice to give him her whole heart, one sentence brought her crashing back to reality: “Jiang Qianyao? It was just for fun.” When Duan Li came back from a night of drinking and debauchery, he saw the suitcase beside her and completely lost it. The words he'd prepared to coax her vanished in a flash of anger, and he blurted out something cruel: “Fine. I was sick of you anyway. If you're leaving, then leave!” Jiang Qianyao dragged her suitcase out of the villa that very night. Later, when they met again, Jiang Qianyao was moving among business elites in a world of flashing lights, sexy and alluring, nothing like the pure and sweet girl she had once been. Commercial endorsement deals kept coming one after another, and so did marriage matchmaking dates. Unable to hold back, he pinned her against the washbasin and looked at her exquisite makeup in the mirror. “Sweetheart, can’t we stop fighting?” Jiang Qianyao gave a low laugh. Seconds later, the mirror showed him with his head turned to the side from the slap, a handprint on his fair skin. Looking at his dark expression, Jiang Qianyao threw his words from years ago back at him: “I was sick of you a long time ago. If you’re leaving, then get out, now!”