Chilly and untouchable, always so unreachable, his voice deep and resigned: "Jiang Ruan, does this matter?"
Still wanting to say something, Jiang Ruan had already pulled away from his arm and turned her back to him.
Tears slid down the corner of her eyes, and she said, "Let's sleep, I don't want to hear it anymore."
Her slender back was so close, yet it seemed a world apart from him, with her protruding shoulder blades particularly beautiful.
That was Bao Ye's favorite when he was moved.
Bao Ye was cold by nature, even though he was a few years older than her. He had lived his whole life with only his own career ambitions in mind.
He put all his energy into the Bao Family.
The Bao Family was his life's work.
Over the years, he had built it from medium-sized to the number one in Beijing bit by bit.
Only Bao Ye knew what he had sacrificed.
Apart from work, he never thought about anything else, nor did he have time to think.
