Now grown up, she understood very clearly.
Regardless of identity, status, or martial prowess, if she could escape man's clutches and keep him from touching her, there was only one possibility—he was willing.
Therefore, even though she was somewhat resistant, she would no longer rebel.
This was the only way she could survive.
People and things she did not want to confront, she must face.
Xiao Cheng was the lord she had eagerly awaited in her maiden years; what she should do from now on was to let everything take its natural course, without causing any further trouble for anyone...
"Pei Jue is dead. Forget about the past," Xiao Cheng's voice was cool, his eyes seemingly veiled by an unmelting dark red.
"Your involvement with him was out of helplessness; I can pretend it never happened. But your heart..."