But Weiwei… how could she possibly be of the Miao ethnic group?
Yan Chu's gaze couldn't help but drift downward, settling on the butterfly mark on her neck…
Luo Qiangwei was still speaking softly, tears flowing down and wetting his hand, "I swore an oath, to not love him anymore, not to love him at all in this lifetime… but I… I can't help it…"
Her shoulders shook as she cried out, the sobs not loud, but each whimper and gulp was a struggle born of utter despair, "I endured, I really endured, I've been desperately enduring, ever since I was reborn… but he said… said he cared about me very much… he said he wants to have a good life with me… I don't know how to keep my heart from moving, I tried to control myself, I told myself to stay clear-headed, but I just can't do it…"
