Chen Wanru glanced indifferently at Su Chen's expression and continued speaking to herself, "Ling Momo belongs to Li Qingshen."
When Chen Wanru said this, her expression didn't change much, but Su Chen clearly saw the slight tremble at Chen Wanru's fingertips, with the wine spilling out from the jug onto her fair fingers.
Chen Wanru just felt a deep pain in her heart, yet she forced a smile onto her face, looking at Su Chen and saying, "Ling Momo can only be Li Qingshen's!"
Su Chen looked at Chen Wanru's smile and felt a suffocating pressure in his heart.
He couldn't imagine, she clearly loved Li Qingshen deeply, with such profound and immense love, yet why could she speak such words so indifferently?
Does her heart hurt?
It should hurt a lot.
But why would she, clearly in so much pain, still relentlessly sacrifice for Li Qingshen, for Ling Momo, for their love?
What is she seeking?
What has she gained?
Su Chen finally spoke after a long while, "You love him, don't you?"
