Imprisoned in Marriage

Everyone in Kyoto knew that Song Huaijin had someone he cherished above all else. He let her run wild and act as she pleased, willingly serving as her shield.

But she said, “Song Huaijin, this is getting boring. I don’t love you.”

Song Huaijin, usually calm and reserved, had reddened eyes. He buried his face in Tang Fenghe’s neck and spoke in a hoarse, low voice. “It doesn’t matter. I’m the one who loves you.”