oting's voice was low and husky, more captivating than a cello.Wen Man looked up at him as he extended his palm towards her.She was completely still, her whole body rigid and unresponsive."Poor thing....Though Lu Qian was in pain, he still gently touched his little head.

Look at the pearl again.

Eye contact, always profound.

Though they went their separate ways, there was still a powerful relationship between them, as Ho Chun-tung put it, they still had to be relatives.ed up her apartment before lighting some incense.Night was silent.She thought about her unhappy relationship, so she poured herself a glass of red wine.It was just a little drink at first.But she was...