"Hmm, your love is too heavy, neither I nor Shu Yu, who will never know how much you love him, can bear it."
Han Ling'er's notion of love was crazy, she was using her legs to fight for her happiness.
Shu Yu was very good to Han Ling'er, and it was all because her legs made Shu Yu feel guilty.
If not for this guilt, Shu Yu would still be cold and distant towards Han Ling'er now.
"I know you're jealous of me, so you won't keep this secret for me. You talk nice, saying you won't give the recording to Shu Yu. Do you think I'm as stupid as you? Li Lu, I want you to not be able to produce that recording!"
Han Ling'er showed the crazy resolve of one who had burned her boats; she had propped herself up from the ground using the couch, and somehow a fruit knife had appeared in her hand.
Li Lu was shocked by the sight of the fruit knife, "When did you...?"
