Qiao Anhao's entire body trembled at the assistant's gentle question. She took two steps back and leaned back up against the marble table.
At that moment, she realized that there was only agony left in her heart.
It was a bone-piercing, heart-wrenching type of pain.
She never knew just how well that man treated her, yet this was not the first time she had felt this moved. This morning, when she broke the porcelain doll at her apartment to find the letter he wrote for her, she felt just as worked up.
She thought that he loved her, he really loved her...
But she only just realized... that she had understood only one thousandth fraction of the love he held for her.
The man she loved, had loved her so so very much...
Qiao Anhao's tears fell uncontrollably.
