Every time she heard those words, her heart ached intensely, as if someone was deliberately sticking a needle into her.
Again and again, she repeatedly appeared before him, even refusing all the marriage proposals arranged by Lady Song, but he wouldn't so much as glance at her.
Song Xiaoyue had gradually accepted the fact that he only had room in his heart for Nan Feng.
Yet every time she saw him, she couldn't control herself. His tall figure, his upright gaze, his unwavering demeanor - always lingered before her eyes.
Some girls are like that - the more unattainable something is, the more they yearn for it.
She later thought, it might suffice to be just a mistress.
Which man of the present age doesn't have three or four wives or concubines? Even her father Song Cheng had taken Lady Song as a wife under societal pressure. What if he and Nan Feng couldn't later have children after they married...
