Chiang Qing gazed at Qi Taiguo with infatuation. How long had it been since she last saw him? Half a year? Or even longer?
She couldn't remember!
He was even more handsome now. The months of training had bestowed upon him an aura of solemn majesty, like a black gemstone; its light not overwhelmingly bright, yet striking and attention-grabbing.
She didn't know what his comrade had said to him, she only saw him clench his fist and give the person a playful punch, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Chiang Qing knew that this man would not die easily; his abilities went far beyond this. Indeed, he hadn't disappointed her.
However...
The smile on Chiang Qing's lips turned cold.
What use was it? He didn't belong to her; he didn't love her. He would rather die than have her; he was that woman Cheng Su's.
Jealousy surged through her chest, raging in every limb. Chiang Qing pressed her hand tightly against her chest, her teeth clenching.
