Ye Shiqing finally broke down, thinking that even if hell lay ahead, he was willing to leap into it, never to return...
The next day, Qiao Qiao woke up all sore and when she turned and saw Ye Shiqing's face, she was so startled that she rolled right off the bed.
She fell hard, wincing in pain, yet she dared not make a sound.
If it hurts that much, could it be that she wasn't dreaming?
She was doomed, completely doomed. How could she end up with Ye Shiqing?
That meant everything that happened last night was real. She had thought it was all a dream.
In her life, she had made many mistakes, once believing that loving a man who didn't love her back was her biggest error. Who would have thought that fate wouldn't let her off, thrusting her into such a dramatic spectacle? Wasn't this designed to destroy her?
Ye Shiqing was awakened by Qiao Qiao's loud movements. He leaned out to look at Qiao Qiao on the floor, saw her vivid expressions, and chuckled, about to pull her back into bed.
