He said that, and Lin Han froze instead. She stared obsessively at his face—the man she had admired for so long, yet could only watch from a distance.
She wanted to possess him, like she was bewitched, and murmured:
"Marry me. I want you to marry me."
Lu Qing's brows furrowed slightly, his gaze like a dagger slicing through her. Qin Miaomiao, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly broke the silence:
"That's enough, Lin Han."
Lin Han hadn't yet reacted, her wrist suddenly ached. She gripped her own wrist tightly, yet the knife was snatched from her and thrown to the ground. Her body was forcefully shoved forward, flung heavily!
Half of Lin Han's body was now hanging outside the railing. Reflexively, she grabbed hold of Qin Miaomiao's leg.
"Qin Miaomiao, I'll drag you to hell with me!"
Lu Qing strode forward swiftly, casting a cold glance at her, then mercilessly kicked her away!
