Muo Huangnian's expression did not change in the slightest. He said flatly, "She is just a beautiful woman."
"A dead person? What's so beautiful about that? She can't give you anything..." Sheng Miao stared at the man's stubborn and cold profile, choking up as she spoke, "Huangnian, if you keep going on like this, you'll collapse one day... Stop torturing yourself. If you could fall in love with Qin Manman, then you can also love another woman—"
The man, who had been about to extinguish his cigarette and leave, froze at those words. He, a man so capable of endurance, able to tolerate more than a decade for revenge and ambition, suddenly burned in fury at the mention of "falling in love with Qin Manman." "What did you say?"
