Chiang Qing collapsed onto her own bed, sobbing for her unrequited love that no one understood.
Is there a sequence to falling in love? In the past, famous scholars and beauties had their share of such affairs. When it came to her, why was it not acceptable? Why did it make her a person of terrible sin?
You’re just wishfully thinking.
Her father’s words were like a sharp sword, mercilessly piercing her heart, gruesomely spelling out an undeniable truth.
Wishful thinking, indeed, that was true. The love between her parents had been mutual, with the lad and the lass equally enamored, enabling them to overcome all obstacles and achieve a happy union.
But as for her, Qi Taiguo scarcely spared her a glance.
She also knew he wasn’t worth it, but to just give up, she was unwilling to do so.
Can’t feelings be cultivated?
Even if he had no love or feelings for her now, what about after spending a long time together? Where did the term "familiarity breeds fondness" come from if not from spending extended time together?
Even cats and dogs develop affection after being cared for a long time, let alone a person?
Knock, knock.
"Who is it?" Chiang Qing wiped her tears and asked with a hoarse voice.
The door opened from the outside, and Chiang Qing turned her head to see her younger brother, Chiang Tian, entering.
Chiang Qing sat up, wiping the corners of her eyes, and asked, "What’s the matter?"
"Oh, have you been crying? Our Chiang family’s young miss, who only makes others cry, is actually crying?" Chiang Tian leaned against the doorway of her room, teasing with a smirk.


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