You Face the Xiao River, While I Turn Toward Qin

I followed Mu Congwen for ten years, from the time I was eighteen until I was twenty-eight.

I always thought I’d be the only Mrs. Mu.

But when he proposed to my younger sister in grand fashion, holding a million-dollar diamond ring,

I finally gave up on him.

I turned around and said yes to Han Yanqi, who had devotedly protected me for years.

He couldn’t wait to propose to me.

But before the wedding, I overheard him talking with a friend.

“You don’t even love Meng Zhiyun. Why marry her?”

Han Yanqi spoke in a hoarse voice, saying something that chilled me to the bone.

“Only this way can Lingling be happy.”

Meng Zhiling, my own younger sister.

If that’s how it is, then I don’t want any of you.