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What's hard for ordinary men to accept, let alone Qin Feng from an aristocratic background, or even...Bo Siyan.
Their inherent pride and arrogance wouldn't allow them to accept a woman with a blemished past, and her history is an indelible stain.
At this very moment, she was relieved that the person she was recounting to was not Siyan.
If he had left like Qin Feng did, perhaps she would have utterly fallen apart.
Her separation from Siyan might not be such a bad thing after all. She'd rather let him think she was deeply in love with another man than let him know about her sordid past.
Even though she didn't like Shi Jiayin, she had to admit that Jiayin suited him better...or rather, he deserved someone very good, much better, but that person...would never be her.
Ning Xia sniffled, suppressing the sourness in her heart, tilted her head back, and drained the wine in her glass in one gulp.
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