Looking at Song Weiyin in his arms, smiling like a blossoming flower, with an unmatched beauty, Shen Qiang laughed. In fact, as a renowned actress, Song Weiyin usually carried herself with poise, and to see her now, laughing like a lovely young girl, was almost unimaginable.
But thinking it over, it's quite normal. After all, no matter how famous she is, she's just a young woman in her early twenties.
Everyone has a tender spot in their heart.
From Shen Qiang's point of view, Ziyi is a jerk. It would be satisfying to end him with one swift blade.
But now, seeing Song Weiyin laugh so freely, Shen Qiang suddenly felt that sparing Ziyi's life might not be a bad thing.
Because some things are just the way they are.
Like the saying goes, a blessing in disguise.
Looking at Song Weiyin's beautiful smile, Shen Qiang suddenly realized that perhaps not killing Ziyi is the best gift for her.
Because Shen Qiang understood.
