As the kiss deepened, the hand at her waist began to vigorously knead her frail body.
Song Qinghuan trembled uncontrollably, but despite her futile struggles, she couldn't break free.
Tears, once again, welled up in her eyes.
Was he, Shi Yuhuan, oblivious to her fear and terror?
No, he was undeniably aware of her fear, her terror. However, he had to ignore it, had to act more heartless, had to treat her more cruelly.
Because he had no way out, while she... she still had some room to retreat...
Sometimes there are things that you know will hurt you if you do them, yet you still do them.
They say that the sunshine you encounter at your absolute lowest can illuminate the depths of your soul, bringing a warmth that you will never forget.
He did not meet her at his lowest point, but he married her at his loneliest, creating an indelible memory.
