Wang Jiayi looked stunned, and she could clearly feel her heart tightening into a knot.
She looked somewhat foolishly.
But then she heard Sheng Shi's unique and elegant voice slowly rise again. The tone was very calm, carrying a hint of barely discernible sadness, like a lingering breeze passing by her ears, "As long as she is willing to be with me, whether she loves Han Chengchi or not, I won't mind."
He spoke so seriously, so attentively, so unreservedly.
And yet, his voice was so light, so quiet, so faint.
However, it struck Wang Jiayi's heart like a thunderclap, each word like a bolt of lightning, shattering her heart into fragments, leaving nothing unbroken.
She had thought she had finally caught a good opportunity to provoke the unapproachable Sheng Shi with this tactic and could thus drive Gu Lanshan into the Cold Palace completely.
But she had not expected it to be so superfluous.
He said, "Jiang Taigong is fishing; those who wish to be hooked will be."
