He was greatly alarmed inside, had he really taken a liking to Lin Xinlan?
"Yiyang, do you know what you are doing?" he asked coldly.
Qiao Yiyang understood his meaning.
People like them, they couldn't afford to have emotions. Emotions were just a fatal weakness for them,
yet they were also the ones who craved emotions the most.
Emotions, to them, were like poisoned wine encountered in thirst; not drinking it was unbearably painful, but drinking it might cost their lives.
But without trying, how would they know whether it was indeed deadly poisoned wine? What if it wasn't?
In the vast sea of people, he had met a woman who stirred his heart. How could he let go easily, simply miss out?
If someone like Rong Shaoze could fall for it, that just showed how powerful the magic of love was.
He wanted love, craved that happiness and sweetness, even if it meant quenching thirst with poison. He was willing to take the risk.
