"…"
"No one treats me sincerely. No one…" She was already sobbing. Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed as if she had thought of something painful.
Alcohol was magical—it could draw out the pain deep in one's heart. All the tough and valiant disguises would collapse at this moment.
Many scenes flashed through her mind. Song Qide… Yan Zhixing… Lin Shuangshuang…
Everyone she thought was her close confidants wanted to harm her.
Although she had already launched her revenge, the emptiness in her heart would still crush her at certain moments.
She had never been so soft and weak in front of him before.
Jiang Mingxu's face was solemn as he reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She had never shown her weakness in front of others, probably because there were ferocious beasts and wolves all around her.
