Zuo Xintong could only muster a bitter smile, not knowing what to say.
Perhaps, Liu Zhizhong had touched the depths of her heart.
Originally, after her boyfriend went abroad and never returned, Zuo Xintong had no intention of marrying.
As for love, she had given up.
But now, Liu Zhizhong's intrusion stirred waves in her heart once again.
However, because of her elder brother's political ambitions, she had no choice but to marry Tang Zhi, a man thrice married, alas...
Who truly knows the hardship of a woman from a prestigious family?
Zuo Xintong glanced out of the airplane window, her gaze becoming somewhat hollow.
She blankly stared at the early winter sun rising outside, and the layers of clouds, her heart a mix of emotions.
The tenderness and rare passion of Liu Zhizhong felt like a warm ray of sunshine, penetrating the gloom in her heart, making her feel the long-lost flutter of her heart.
But this emotion seemed ill-timed, tightly bound by the shackles of reality.
