She must have been as cold and heartless as she had appeared recently, or perhaps, her stunningly beautiful face showed a trace of pleasure in revenge...
At this thought, Bo Fengheng's heart clenched violently, as if it had been ripped open, causing him to clutch at his chest with a muffled groan.
Accidentally, his fingers loosened around the cigarette butt, and the lit end seared onto his smooth skin, immediately turning red.
He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of grievance, and it made him feel even worse.
He looked up, fiercely suppressing the warmth that welled up in his eyes.
The diamond necklace and ring in the cabinet were still there; she had never intended to take them.
It was only because Jing Wanlan had measured others by her own yardstick that she fell into the trap.
He knew she didn't give a damn about anything of his; everything she did was merely for the sake of revenge.
