Yuan Haoning's eyes dimmed, her heart filled with incredibly complex emotions.
'Love? That's impossible. But hate? It's difficult to truly hate him.'
She knew what kind of existence she was, what status and identity she held, and she was also aware of her own beauty, talent, and abilities.
Although these were certainly not ordinary, when compared to a Young Emperor like Ye Tianling, the difference was truly like that between the clouds and the mud. She was utterly insignificant.
One was an Emperor's Son, while the other was merely an ordinary young woman, a lowly existence cast out by the Yuan Race.
So, at this moment, facing the handsome, otherworldly, devilishly charming, and unrestrained Ye Tianling—who also possessed the unparalleled aura of a majestic emperor—Yuan Haoning felt a true sense of inadequacy.
This feeling of inadequacy plunged her into a deep-seated insecurity, naturally making her mood even more depressed and bleak.
