Warm liquid slid unbidden down Jiang Lili’s cheeks. A heavy drop plopped onto her blouse.
Snapping back to herself, she turned away, wiping at the wet tracks on her face. Persist in what? Persist in being his woman on the side? Hidden from the public, never to be seen? Was Lin Xiran the one being wronged? What was there to feel wronged about? At the very least, Lin Xiran had his private, boundless
















