Wei Chengfeng drew a harsh drag from the cigarette between his fingers, his eyebrows, however, furrowed tightly together.
He could tell that the Old Lady was very pleased with this woman; perhaps, by now, any woman would seem better to her than Su Li.
But watching as the two women chatted amiably, Wei Chengfeng grew even more restless.
He still remembered the first time he brought Su Li home. Back then, Su Li was also sweet-talking and well-behaved; the Old Lady was very fond of her, yet her obedience was nothing but an act. Only he knew that this woman was like a little wild cat, impossible to be tied down by anyone.
Even after he had given her his whole heart, he still couldn't hold on to her.
Now that he thought about it, that woman had always been heartless—no matter how well he treated her, it was to no avail.
And yet, no matter how cruel or heartless she was, his heart had room only for her. Every time he thought of her, his heart ached.
