Qin Yahuang looked at him. She was desperate and disappointed. However, her love for Leng Muchen never changed or would not change.

Because of love, there is no complaint and no regret, because of love, so injustice and perfection.

"If I don't mind, you won't believe it. Now that you know so many things, you should know that I have moved out of the cold house, so you want me, it doesn't mean anything. You want to be a winner, but you use such a mean means, even if you win, do you think it's glorious?" Qin Yafeng stepped back. Every step of the man's approach made her feel nauseous...