"A transaction? You call all of this a transaction?"
A hurt flashed across Song Jin's eyes.
His deep affection was seen as nothing more than a transaction in her eyes. She unreservedly traded herself to him as if she were an object, and perhaps one day she might trade herself to someone else in the same way, unconcerned about who the other person is and only caring about what they could offer her.
"Otherwise, what do you think it is, that I like you? Don't delude yourself. I will never like you in my life."
Luo Ling got dressed, her gaze mocking as she looked at Song Jin.
She was mocking him, but in reality, she was also mocking herself.
Song Jin loved her deeply, and she loved Qiao Si deeply — both loving those they couldn't have, recklessly throwing themselves at these impossibilities, well aware that it would leave them bruised and battered.
