Yu Qinglu, whether genuinely ill or feigning, is an existence that cannot be ignored. If he could abandon her on their wedding night once, he could leave her again in another situation.
She did not want to experience that again, not at all.
"Wanwan, don't look at others, just look at me and Third Brother, okay?" Shen Zhimei embraced her, her voice low, whispering in her ear, "Four years ago, I loved Jun Yan so much, but Third Brother used his power to keep me by his side. If not for such 'reluctance,' I wouldn't have known that love isn't what I thought it was."
Shen Zhimei released the force around her neck, making her look into her eyes and said word by word for her to hear, "Love is not fulfillment, it's not sacrifice, it's not unconditional giving. Love is possessiveness, it's destruction, it's damage."
