Chapter 102: The Past
Xiaoyao felt her thoughts briefly spinning in disarray; to say she was not moved at all would be a lie. Memories flickered before her eyes scene by scene: the young master of Qingqiu, as radiant as the moon and gentle as water. He and Xiangliu were polar opposites—one like ice, one like water; one made of tempered steel, the other of fingers wrapped in silk. Whenever she suffered grievances from Xiangliu in the past, she loved to run to Seventeen's side, for he always knew how to make her happy, at ease, and secure... In those years, she had truly and sincerely thought of marrying him...
She remained silent. The wind blowing in from the window grew colder, so chilly that it felt as though heavy snow might fall in the dead of summer...
Chapter 102