Lingxiao watched the woman hurrying away, his face an ashen hue.
He'd been longing for her day and night, unable to forget her. Though it should have taken ten days, he traveled day and night to return in just five. It was with great difficulty that he mustered the courage to make his feelings clear to her, but she said she already had someone dear to her heart!
What did that make him?
He had burst into her bedroom at night, spent time alone with her while she was dressed in casual home attire, sat on her bed, held her, touched her foot, and had already completely thought of her as his own. Yet she said she had someone dear to her heart—did that not make him the most shameless and debauched of men?
But why did she allow him to do so?
A thought he was reluctant to believe emerged in his heart.
Could it be that she was using him?
Now that she had obtained what she wanted, was she simply kicking him to the curb?
