His voice was soft yet magnetic, overcast yet graceful. It seemed to echo within the room, hitting Song Qingchun's heart again and again.
The good feelings that she got from learning he didn't touch the girls froze in her heart instantly. Ever since she knew about this Tingting, she had heard him proclaim many times how much he loved her.
"I've expended three lifetimes to find you, and now, I will use another to make you my wife."
"This is my lifelong dream."
"I love her; I will always love her."
"I don't mind dying alone if can't have her. I'd rather choose loneliness without her."
"I cannot love her, but I cannot not love her."
"My love for her starts from now and ends with eternity."
These proclamations were much grander than the one he made that night, but instead of being impressed by his loyalty like she usually would, she felt like a knife had been stabbed deep into her heart. It was bleeding profusely and dripping with acid.
