"Da Qiao." Xu Ai ran over frantically, her sharp high heels clacking loudly on the marble floor, as she clung to Qiao Xia. Her face terribly ugly with rage, she roared at Mu Liang, "Have you gone mad?"
Qiao Xia clenched her teeth, fighting through the dizziness and enduring the pain of her heart being shredded into pieces, as she stared fixedly at Mu Liang.
"I, Qiao Xia, and you, Mu Liang, from this moment on, are done with each other—our grace and duty concluded!" Qiao Xia's cold eyes carried a trace of ferocity. "The Mu Liang I loved is dead, and the Qiao Xia he loved is also gone."
Gu Xixi slowly curled her lips into a smug smile.
Qiao Xia, it hurts, doesn't it?
This is how I felt once.
Mu Liang remained silent, his expression chillingly cold.
His imposing aura, one that invited no trespassing, was terrifying.
Why did she have to say such things?
Why force him to lay hands on her?
"Mu Liang, do you know that Da Qiao, she..."
