Yang Fei looked at her sorrowful expression, and his heart couldn't bear it. He sighed softly.
"Fairy Consort, actually my true identity is..."
Qin Xianfei suddenly reached out her hand, covering his mouth, her voice infinitely gentle.
"I don't want to know your real situation. If I did, I might never be able to forget you."
"I don't want to be forever trapped in this beautiful dream and never wake up."
At this point, she bit her lip hard.
"As the sole heir of the Qin Corporation, I cannot allow myself to be like this. It would be a huge irresponsibility to the entire family."
Yang Fei sighed and muttered a sentence softly.
"For that Qin Corporation, is it worth making so many sacrifices?"
Qin Xianfei's gaze flickered for a moment, then she resolutely said, "It's worth it."
Her eyes held a fierce determination akin to that of a mother wolf.
"The Qin Family is different from those century-old families; we only rose in recent decades."
