Su Chongwen awkwardly pressed his lips together, his brows tightly knit.
Even though I also thought Su Chongwen's words were the funniest joke I've heard all year.
But I still gave Zhang Shuying a look to stop him from laughing.
"You might not believe my words. After all, for so many years, I haven't been able to protect you and your mother by your side." Su Chongwen extended his hand, icy and carrying the scent of decay, to caress my cheek.
All I could think about was him being tormented by pain on his sickbed until he screamed.
Ironically, my family is particularly poor, unable to afford even painkillers.
All we could do was watch him wear a woman's cheongsam, harming his own dignity to preserve his life.
Seeing him entangled in sickness, yet still consorting with the likes of Xuan Fanyin.
