She naturally assumed that Luo Xiaoqian was the type of promiscuous woman who would sell herself for money; any sympathy she initially felt disappeared without a trace.
...
...
Inside the Rolls-Royce.
Luo Xiaoqian curled up in one corner of the seat, staring at the streetlights slipping by the window, biting her lips tightly, without uttering a word.
"Come here!"
Leng Zimo spoke lightly from the opposite seat.
Indifferent, Luo Xiaoqian, whose mind was in complete disarray, didn't even hear his voice.
Now, her head was full of Lu Hao.
Ten years—how could she forget the man she had loved for a decade just like that?
The most painful thing in the world isn't about not getting what you seek or losing it after you've had it, but betrayal.
