Yun Bixue raised her head and looked at Xie Limo. After seeing the dark and faint glint in his exquisite eyes, her heart trembled. She knew that he wasn't lying.
Xie Limo was domineering. She felt lucky that she loved him. She recalled what Xie Liu had said before—the other women who were in love in Young Master Xie would feel miserable since they couldn't have him.
And the woman whom Young Master Xie loved would feel either opposite extremes—she could be miserable or utterly blissful.
The difference between these two extremes was whether that woman loved Young Master Xie or not.
She knew that Xie Limo loved her and that she belonged in his heart. Being pampered and coddled by him, it was fortunate that she loved him, that was why she could enjoy such happiness.
Sometimes, she thought that if a woman was being loved by someone like Xie Limo, she would surely be moved by him too. How could she not like such a man back?
