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?
