She turned over, trying hard not to think too much. What was done was done, and regret would be too late.
In the bar, colorful lights swirled as the dance floor was packed with people. This was the world of the night.
"Qin Yi, tell , what’s wrong with , Nangong Zhongli? How am I worse than that Qiqi?" Nangong Zhongli held her wine glass, tears streaming down her face, despairingly murmuring.
Qin Yi shook his head, "It’s Liang Shaochen who lacks judgnt. In my eyes, you are the most noble girl."
Nangong Zhongli shook her head.
"No... In his eyes, I’m not even one-thousandth of Qiqi... Do you know that? Every ti I see him, I know he is my destined one. I’ve loved him for so many years...
I thought that as long as I stayed by his side, one day, my sincerity would move him, and he would fall completely in love with .
But... I never expected that the mont Qiqi appeared, his attitude changed. Just like that... How could he be so heartless?"
Qin Yi frowned tightly, his hand clenched into a fist on the bar. He seed to want to smash sothing hard.
"Miss Zhongli, even without Liang Shaochen, you will surely find soone better than him... Don’t be too sad."
Nangong Zhongli tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass.
The red alcohol complented the girl’s delicate face, akin to a rose goddess under the moonlight. The descendants of the Nangong Family all had breathtaking beauty, difficult to forget after just one look.
Nangong Yaoling was like this, and Nangong Zhongli was even more so.
Even the usually rugged Nangong Feihong had incredibly perfect features.
The girl’s long eyelashes trembled under the light, sparkling like pearls. Qin Yi, sitting beside her, found himself montarily entranced.
It was his first ti sitting so close to Nangong Zhongli.
Usually, when he followed Nangong Yaoling and occasionally saw her, he could only observe from afar.
He would never forget the first ti he saw Nangong Zhongli, gallantly galloping on the horse track in equestrian attire—handso, elegant, perfect, noble.
He would never forget the tremor in his heart at that mont.
However, the man in Nangong Zhongli’s eyes was always the equally noble Liang Shaochen.
Her gaze would never linger on him.
Qin Yi’s eyes dimd instantly.
He was a bodyguard, protector, and assassin by Nangong Yaoling’s side. He and Nangong Zhongli were like heaven and earth.
Just like that poem said,
"You watch the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery watch you from below; the moon decorates your window, while you decorate others’ dreams..."
And now, his **********, had been wounded all over by Liang Shaochen.
Qin Yi’s forehead veins bulged, and he nearly wanted to kill soone.
"Miss Zhongli, you can’t drink anymore..." Qin Yi saw that Nangong Zhongli was still pouring more alcohol and quickly went to stop her.
"No... I want to drink, I want to drink..." Nangong Zhongli slurred indistinctly.
Helpless, Qin Yi quickly settled the bill and then pulled Nangong Zhongli up, "Miss Zhongli, let take you ho..."
Nangong Zhongli swung her arms in dissatisfaction. Qin Yi simply bent down, his iron arms picking her up horizontally.
"You... You bastard! Qin Yi... I’ll kill you!" Nangong Zhongli struggled and cursed.
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