"..."
Luo Qiangwei clenched her hands, telling herself the whole way back that he was good-looking and well-built; aside from that one issue in her heart, ...
She never thought she would actually feel nauseated.
She thought she could just endure it and it would pass... but she couldn't control her body's subconscious reaction or her brain's.
If she could control it... maybe she would have been able to stop herself from loving him for seventeen years and giving up everything.
Heh, human feelings and emotions... how could they be that easy to control? She had overestimated herself.
She lowered her head, and her eyelashes cast a dark shadow. Mo Shiche didn't hear a reply, thinking she was feeling unwell again, and turned around to see her lips curled into a mocking smile.
This wasn't the first time she had smiled like this.
What exactly was she laughing at?
