Song Yao laughed softly, then whispered in Lin Nuan's ear, in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "I've chosen a path that we used to loathe in the past. Although I have love now, I… can never become Mrs. Cen! I clearly know this is wrong, but I relish this. Am I very cheap?"
Lin Nuan could clearly feel a moist and warm patch on her neck.
There was a thin layer of mist upon her eyelashes and hair; her heart… also seemed to have turned moist from the drizzle.
Lin Nuan looked up at Cen Mo. Bai Xiaonian had said many words of congratulations to Song Yao tonight—things like hoping she could live in bliss, but Lin Nuan didn't say anything throughout.
