"In your heart, is Ji Zimo the only person who matters, while all other women must revolve around you? Well, you're mistaken, I, Ji Yao, will only revolve around myself. Even if you're attractive and powerful, I still wouldn't give you a second glance," Ji Yao stated her thoughts, detesting Lu Jincheng's sense of superiority.
Seeing the hatred in her eyes for him, Lu Jincheng felt somewhat at a loss.
"That's not true, you're also very important to me!" he protested.
At his words, she asked him the most lethal question.
"What about Ji Zimo?"
At the mention of Ji Zimo, hesitancy clearly flickered in his eyes.
Ji Yao suddenly laughed; indeed, no one could compare with his 'moonlight beauty'.
After all, 'moonlight beauty' represented the most cherished existence in a man's heart—it was their salvation, the light they pursued.
And Lu Jincheng was no exception.
In that moment, she felt a piercing pain in her heart.
