Jiang Man's body stiffened, and she was dazed for quite a while.
She even felt her head booming, as if it had crashed.
From a young age, she had experienced all the vicissitudes of the world, the warmth and coldness of humanity, abandoned by her biological parents, and then adopted and loved by her foster father as his own.
As she grew up, she was not short of friends; she became the treasure her foster father held dear in his palms, the young lady of the conglomerate, where her wishes for wind or rain were instantly fulfilled.
Yet even so, this was the first time she had felt such sincere and fervent love.
The man expressed his brimming love verbally, crazily testing the limits of restraint.
He was soberly aware, madly suppressing himself as he walked back and forth between public decency and genuine feelings.
Eventually, not wanting to hurt anyone, he only allowed himself to go mad.
Jiang Man was staggered, watching the red-eyed man who looked so helpless, so pitiable.
