"She's not dead, you are Cheng Xi, that's who you are!" Ling Zhiyuan looked at her domineeringly, unwilling to hear her deny this fact.
"Just because I look like her, do I have to replace her and stay by your side?" Qiaoqiao once thought this man was her happiness, her King; she met him, and he gave her the best love and affection.
She had never been pampered like this since she was a child.
But now she knows, it's not like that!
The one he loves is not her at all.
She really hates this feeling.
No one wants to be seen as someone else's replacement, to have their existence denied.
"Yes! Whether it's you or her, you... you're both mine!" After saying this, he lowered his head and kissed her.
He never forced her to do anything, could even refrain from touching her, but today, he made an exception!
The deep pain made Qiaoqiao instantly feel despair, as if all the happiness before had turned into bubbles.
