Lou Jiaying looked at his cold, ruthless gaze, her heart felt like it was being sliced by knives.
Even she herself did not know how she managed to turn the good cards she held into such a lousy outcome.
Thinking back to three years ago, how much did Han Shaobing spoil her?
He listened to everything she said, warmed her with his concern, cared for her meticulously, whatever she said, he followed; whatever she wanted to buy, he bought for her.
On the rare occasion they fought, Han Shaobing would always be the one rushing to console and coax her.
Her friends often envied her, saying that she must have saved the entire world in her past life, to have someone as good as Han Shaobing in this one.
Her elder brother once advised her to be gentle and kind to Han Shaobing, but she brushed it off.
She felt she was the prettiest, had the best figure, and was the most talented girl in the world, that Han Shaobing was thoroughly infatuated with her and couldn't leave her.
