"Rebel? Even my father has to listen to him. He can find me no matter where I escape to." Wen Qiao found it both ridiculous and sad, lifting her gaze to look at her, "Wanwan, knowing all this, do you think Ji Shaoyang and I can have a future together?"
Lu Wanwan was momentarily speechless, unable even to comfort Wen Qiao.
She was just an outsider; how could she understand Ji Shaoyang's perspective on this matter?
Controlled by her own brother, bound to him, possibly repeatedly raped...
Ji Shaoyang, the man she knew, if he truly loved someone, would only feel furious about this and want to avenge her.
But she couldn't give Wen Qiao a hundred percent guarantee. If the outcome wasn't what Wen Qiao hoped for, it would only be like rubbing salt into her wound.
After all, how much courage must one have to reveal such a dark past to someone they like—and then endure the pain once more.
