His cold, let her only by him, as long as he is happy, she how, her protest, together erased.

The luxurious car slowly drove to the wedding banquet scene, along the way, Qin Ya-ying did not say a word. Her heart was actually afraid, because she was afraid of her heartache, she was afraid that she would never be able to rely on peaks in the future, but she could not even pretend to have the opportunity. Yi Feng was dressed in a white shirt, a black tie, a black tuxedo, with a shallow smile on his handsome face, but he couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

For him,...