"Honey, I can't wait to make you my wife and bring you home. Oh my god, let this moment come quickly!"
A shameless man sat in the car, his long, slender fingers starting the engine. He muttered indulgently, his voice full of pleading, while his sharp, chiseled face wore an expression of deep anguish.
Meanwhile, Qu Yanyan stood at the door of Li Chengxi's house, her face pale and her appearance thoroughly disheveled. Although she had tried to tidy herself up, her hair remained messy, and the heavy foundation on her face failed to conceal the bruises beneath. She hadn't even changed clothes—what was once a chic designer outfit now looked anything but flattering.
