Wang Yuanyuan lowered her eyes, speaking softly, "Yuanyuan was admonished by Sir himself, to serve faithfully for life once pledged loyalty. Yuanyuan dares not to forget."
Gu Shaocheng swept a glance at her with an expressionless face. He wears a smile that wasn't one and deepens his silence. After a moment, he laughs, "Stand up. It's a rarity that you remember so well."
"Every words of Sir, each of them, Yuanyuan engraved in her heart."
She slowly lifted her head, looking straight at the man before her. After so many rounds and schemes, she finally managed to stand modestly before him. This mere distance, so hard for her to close, and that condescending man ruthlessly cut off every path she had to reach him. Did he ever consider her feelings?
Alas, Gu Shaocheng's expression was indifferent; her figure was absent from his eyes.
