This simultaneously reminded Liao Mei of the first time she met Xing Yuanzheng.
That tall, handsome, and outstanding man, with an air of superiority towering above others—the impact he had on her vision was so profound that she could still remember it vividly. That surprise, that shock, the unexpected flutter of her heart, all were embodied in him, and the immense aura from someone who had held high positions for a long time was etched into her heart for nearly thirty years.
Yes, she had loved this man for thirty years.
But at that time, the man only had eyes for the foolishly naive and ugly woman in front of him.
She did everything in her power, dodged death by a hair's breadth, and finally got him, no… Truth be told, she seemed to have never really won his heart, because he never looked at her with such loving eyes, and what she relied on was nothing more than the fact that they had a daughter.
