The young girl had a bright and beautiful appearance, with a single tear mole at the corner of her eye, and her nose was reddened by the cold, outlining a few strands of enchanting loveliness.
Yet, she was unaware of her own beauty, her eyes clear and bright like water.
Anyone else would have long felt regret and pity for her.
But Wei Zhao did not.
His heart was like stone. He even glanced casually once and then looked away.
Yu Tingwan, in a muffled voice: "I know you don't want to drag me down. But the path I choose is mine alone, even if I end up with a broken head, I'll accept it. You don't need to persuade me."
Wei Zhao's eyes gradually turned hollow.
Not a single word was what he wanted to hear.
He staggered around Yu Tingwan.
Yu Tingwan: ???
Wei Zhao stepped into the room, about to close the door, when he noticed a tail following him.
"Don't follow me."
