Luo Hongying, Xia Yuan, Sheng Miao... and now there's He Ya.
President Mo's peach blossoms seemed to have flown everywhere.
After finishing her words, Luo Qiangwei sat back down, wearily supporting her forehead.
He Ya bit her lip in silence for a moment before saying, "But how could I possibly make President Mo stop loving you, and if you don't love him, why do you still stay by his side? Are you trying to torment him?"
"Miss He," Luo Qiangwei, without lifting her head, spoke hoarsely, "loving a man, driving away the women around him is useless. A man whose heart is not with you, even if he emerges from the mud unsoiled, is not yours."
Out of consideration for her having taken care of Mo Shiche for so long, she would say no more.
She didn't want to fight over a man anymore, whether it was Luo Hongying or Sheng Miao, in the end, it seemed she won, but in fact, both were injured.
What was lost could never be returned.
As a woman, why bother?
