Yang Gang held Shen Jing through the quilt, smiling faintly, "In my heart, you've always been one of a kind."
Shen Jing blushed, but didn't say anything else.
She was a woman of little desire, satisfied as long as she held a place in Yang Gang's eyes, as long as she held even a tiny bit of uniqueness in his heart, that was enough.
She didn't dream of taking Yang Gang away from Gu Xiaorou.
Because she understood that it was impossible.
Although she didn't know when Yang Gang and Xiaorou had met, and though the two always quarreled, the connection between them was so deep that it couldn't be shaken. They themselves didn't even seem to realize this.
In this world, the only woman who could possibly break that connection might be Yang Fei.
Yang Fei was an enigmatic woman. It was hard to describe the feeling, but any woman in front of Yang Fei would feel an inexplicable pressure.
This included herself and the goddess at the pinnacle of the pyramid, Gu Xiaorou.
