However.
Another voice echoed in her mind.
The content of that voice seemed exceedingly mad even to her.
"Are you really going to give up just like this?! Don't you want to try to hold onto him?! This is Lan Zhengqing! Lan Zhengqing! The man who rescued you from your dire straits, can you truly bear to give up on him?"
Qiu Xi fell silent.
The relaxed expression suddenly became grave again, her brows furrowed, gazing at Lan Zhengqing with a sense of fixation.
Indeed.
She knew her identity as a refugee, and that Lan Zhengqing would never favor her.
Yet.
She has done so much for Lan Zhengqing, without any merits but enduring hardships, does she not deserve even a glance from Lan Zhengqing?
Previously, she agreed to work for Lan Zhengqing just to survive.
But at some point.
She no longer held such thoughts; it was no longer about survival but merely wanting to stay by Lan Zhengqing's side, willingly becoming a part of his world.
