"Who in this world doesn't have a sincere heart? Why should yours be so valuable?" Zhou Luchen bent down. His warm, uneven breath tickled her ear as he bit out the words, keeping her in suspense. "Hmm?"
Zhou Luchen thought she was dull and lacked a sense of propriety.
"Indeed, it's worthless. In your heart, power and politics are what matter most. You don't care who likes you or who doesn't." She evaded his grasp, pinned by his palm against her waist, unable to move.
"Can love alone satisfy one's hunger?" Zhou Luchen's voice was hoarse, his face cold and impatient.
She shook her head. "No, love is the cheapest thing. Anyone can fall deeply for someone else after simply turning away."
She also didn't want to sink any lower.
"Regret being with me?"
The man's raspy voice seemed to dissolve in the empty room.
Her eyes stung with unshed tears as she reminisced, murmuring with her head down, "No regrets. You've been very good to me."
