"Yue Chi, I can't let go of any of you."
"Rather than let any one of you be heartbroken, I'd rather be the bastard myself."
"Why can't the three of us be together?"
Min Ning, unwilling and ashamed, forced the words out through clenched teeth: "Absurd… ridiculous!"
However, Chen Yi merely smiled, as if he'd long expected this, and said, "No matter what you say now, we've already come to this point."
The candle flames flickered, crimson lanterns hung high, joy reflected in the clear wine. This scene, this atmosphere, seemed to be urging them to simply let the mistake continue.
Min Ning slowly turned around, no longer looking at Chen Yi, but instead cast her gaze toward Qin Qingluo.
"Qin Qingluo!" Min Ning's voice clashed like colliding ice blades. "You and I count as figures of some standing, yet we've been toyed with in his palm like this, putting on such a… such a…" She was so furious she couldn't even find a proper word for this absurd situation.
