Compared to the pain of being ignored and hurt by her three brothers, Xu Huan felt that nothing could compare to the soul-crushing agony of Pei Cheng’s words: "A sickly wretch who throws herself at me—it’s nothing more than a momentary novelty."
She had run to him, full of joy, believing she would never be apart from him again. In the end, however, she was nothing more than a joke in his eyes, a girl who had debased herself for his attention.
So, all those moments of tender intimacy, those nights spent wrapped in each other's arms—to him, they had been nothing but a whim, a passing fascination.
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