Wen Ru smiled, the hatred in her heart burning hot, "Very well, on that day, I want to become the most glorious woman in Hong Kong."
Qin Moting looked at Wen Ru, who seemed like a dazzling pearl, shining brightly, "No problem."
Wen Ru gradually calmed down, lying there, looking out the window, her voice returned to its usual indifference, "Qin Moting, remember the promise you made today, don't go back on your word."
Qin Moting smiled leisurely, "The words I speak are never taken back."
Hearing this, Wen Ru's eyes changed for a moment, thinking of the words said in the past, they were also not taken back, right?
It didn't matter, more than twenty years had passed, and she was no longer the impulsive Wen Ru because of love! The Wen Ru of those years had died, along with the burial of her parents' bones! Now, what remained was a walking shell, but Qin Moting's promise today had given this shell a new meaning.
