I love you.
Deeply.
Who is that?
In his memory, he calls out, but he can't remember at all.
"Your love is worth nothing!" Mu Liang sneered, unmoved, that momentary delusion as if only a mistake in memory, "I don't love you, and you're not worth my love."
A woman who betrayed him is not worth his love.
Qiao Xia closed her eyes in pain, hardly able to stand in front of him.
For the first time, she realized that words could wound a person so deeply.
Mu Liang said, your love is worth nothing!
Fate always dealt her a fatal blow when she was most unguarded, those promises, cares, mutual vigilance shattered like a broken picture, exploding in the long stream of memory, never to be seen again, pathetically and laughably mocking the plaything of fate.
The color drained completely from her face.
