Ye Xingguang's heart was in turmoil. What was he going on about, binding this life and tying the next?
How could this man, rage at her in the dressing room one moment, then say such heart-stirring things on stage the next?
She badly wanted to be mad at him, but looking down at the deeply symbolic ankle chain on her foot, she couldn't stop her heart from pounding.
Women were indeed creatures of sound, their ears soft and incapable of resisting such sweet bombardments.
It was only an ankle chain, yet at that moment, it felt immensely precious to her, like a priceless treasure.
The atmosphere in the room peaked instantly because of his words!
"Wow! Ye is so romantic! Binding this life and chaining the next? I feel like I'm turning green with envy!"
"My goodness, so sweet, when will sweet romance belong to me?"
