Tang Xi put the phone into her bag and looked down at the woman on the bed.
Her long hair had been blown into a mess by the wind and a few strands of fragrant sweat were stuck to her beautiful face. She had a pair of slender and charming eyes, her skin was as fair as snow and her long hair was black and soft like silk. Under the contrast of her black hair, her lips were delicate and charming. Red and black, and black and white formed a strong visual impact.
He had thought that he would mock her ruthlessly when he saw her again.
Didn't she think that Ling Motian was good and only wanted him?
Was she reaping what she had sown?
But seeing her like this, he could not say a word of ridicule.
It was already painful enough for her to be treated like this by her beloved husband. Why did he have to put salt on her wound?
How much had she loved him when agreeing to his proposal back then?
