"Who is Jin Qingling?" Song Jia asked Wu Zihao again when she received no response.
Wei Xin gritted her teeth and slowly answered for him "The woman that he loves."
"I needed one chance Lingling, just one. I would have made everything alright." Wu Zihao sobbed, looking nothing like the proud man that he was, clawing Wei Xin's heart for her love that wasn't actually hers.
For some time, she entirely forgot if there were other people in the room too. Not being able to handle his weight as his body was swaying, she helped him sit back on the barstool and holding his face gently in her palms to make him look at her, she whispered, "Wu Zihao, please calm down first."