Liancheng Yazhi's hand suddenly tightened, his eyes fixed on Rong Yan. For the first time today, his eyes, which had always been well-restrained, shot out a terrifying light. Rong Yan was completely indifferent to the pressure he exuded.
She stood there alone, her delicate body holding up all her weaknesses. Even though her wounds were torn open in public and she bled a lot, she still used her strength to cover all her wounds and fight alone.
it was such a simple and lonely woman, but because of one sentence from her, this place seemed to have suddenly become her own battlefield.
The brilliance in her eyes and the proud and determined elegance of her body were not comparable to any of the women present.
All the men at the party today had one question in their hearts: How could Mr. Liancheng bear to let go of such a woman?