An Ziqing remained silent, not uttering a word.
There were many barriers between them, one after another, which Ling Chuan seemed to deliberately ignore.
Four years ago, she left him without looking back.
And it was at their wedding.
In the years that followed, he endured so much gossip and ridicule from friends within their circle.
Yet he still returned to find her.
He pursued her step by step, while she desperately tried to escape.
Jia Luo's ploy resulted in him being severely injured, but those assassins were her men.
A deep hatred brewed between the Ling Family and the Norwegian Royal Family.
All because of that ball years ago where she, according to Jia Luo's instructions, deliberately seduced the Norwegian crown prince, provoking Ling Chuan into a fight.
She really was awful, simply awful!
Yet at this moment, Ling Chuan was crouched by the window, holding her foot, his strong palm radiating warmth.
"Ling Chuan..." An Ziqing called his name.
