"You're such a disgrace, still getting rejected after ten years." Wushuang was lost in thought, gazing at the roses, when she heard a cold voice. Without turning around, she knew who it was.
Kaka and Qinglong had left, and she wanted some peace and quiet. Ten years of relationship, the disappointment and loneliness always needed a few minutes to process. But no sooner had Kaka and Qinglong left than someone inconsiderately appeared.
Long Chengtian was tall and imposing, a typical Western physique, very strong, with a perfectly proportioned body. He was of mixed race, with sculpted features, sharp angles, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes—incomparably handsome. He possessed a refined and heroic air, exuding a powerful kingly aura. Just by looking at him, you knew he was a man who had always been in command, pointing out the flaws of others, radiating kingly dominance.
