The black-haired wealthy woman reached out and cradled Cheng Daqi's face, her voice venomous and harsh, like an evil witch casting a curse.
She hated Cheng Daqi for bringing her into such a tormenting dilemma.
"You are intelligent but unaware, not realizing what kind of vortex you've stepped into, just like I didn't when I stepped into yours.
You think I'm crying for myself, don't you? No!
I'm crying for you, Cheng, don't cross that line of rules!
I've told you so many times, but you never listen; you're always overstepping, always gentle with me, your words like a siren's song."
Temir buried her head in Cheng Daqi's embrace, crying softly, as she continued.
"You can deceive me, I enjoy your sweet nothings, but you can't fool others.
Not everyone loves you like I do.
To transgress is taboo, the farther you go, the more out of reach that narrow gate becomes.
Cheng, you are mortal, you need to know yourself to avoid disaster."
