Wang Feifei stared blankly at the gradually receding figure of Su Changfeng and slumped down to the ground.
How could she feel such heartache for him? She knew from the start he was married, so why put in all this futile effort?
And Han Xue is the most beautiful person in Jiang City—what right did she have to compete with Han Xue for a man?
"If we were in ancient times, it would be perfect; men could have many wives, and I'd have a chance." Wang Feifei wasn't sure where this thought came from, marked by a face full of unwillingness.
Su Changfeng had always been decisive when it came to matters of love. No matter how beautiful or elegant the girl standing in front of him was, even if she had an irresistible allure, Su Changfeng could resist doing anything that would betray Han Xue.
