Upon hearing her words, Bo Chengxin distinctly felt the sound of her own heart shattering. Only she knew how much it hurt.
"Little brat," Di Mingjue smirked, "You've grown some backbone, good, good."
The large hand holding her waist tightened ambiguously. Gu Qibao looked up to see his arrogant gaze, as though he was encouraging her to be even more conceited.
Gu Qibao smiled and then turned her head to look at Bo Chengxin, who was pitifully struggling on the ground. She spoke carefully, word by word, "Bo Chengxin, happiness is not something you can just snatch away from someone. If someone's happiness can be taken away, then it's not happiness, it's misfortune."
"You're talking nonsense! Nonsense!" Bo Chengxin struggled fiercely and finally crawled to Di Mingjue's feet. She grabbed onto his pants in despair, looking at him with her last ray of hope, "Is she talking nonsense, right? Mingjue isn't like that, he's not, answer me, do you still have feelings for me in your heart?"
