Shang Miaoyan couldn't accept it. The Xiaohan she'd failed to change despite all her painstaking efforts had been twisted into this utterly unfamiliar state by someone else's despicable scheme!
Even though this was the tenderness and devotion she had once dreamed of, seeing it presented to her in such an absurd fashion brought only an extreme sense of emptiness and insipidity.
It was like... like a long-awaited feast, only to discover upon the first bite that it had been secretly replaced with dregs.
Or like the emptiness a man feels after losing his virginity and thinking, 'Ah, so that's all there is to it.'
More importantly, this wasn't a victory she had earned, a Xiaohan she had conquered through her own effort and wisdom. It was the result of a shameless plot.
Pei Yuhang was supposed to be a man as dazzling and aloof as a sword, absolutely not some whining little puppy!
"No..."
