"I won't let go, and I'll never let you go in this lifetime. It was you who provoked me first, and since you did, you need to take responsibility."
Song Jin held on tightly to this woman without a heart—no, she wasn't heartless, she just had no heart for him alone.
"Let go."
Luo Ling's eyes held a trace of sadness; she felt Song Jin was just another version of herself, someone who loved deeply yet hopelessly, knowing full well that it was like a moth to a flame but still insisting on plunging into the fire, willing to suffer unbearable pain rather than give up.
"I won't let go. Don't you understand? You and Qiao Si—it's impossible. I've investigated that girl; she's the child of the Ye family and the Su family. I've heard other Ancient Clans respect her, and moreover, she's beautiful—a pure and sweet girl, with an enviable family background. How can you compete with her?"
