Qin Cuifen returned to the dormitory humming a song happily. She walked up to Sheng Ning, staring down at her as she busied herself with writing and drawing, her face showing disdain.
"Such poor academic performance, yet here you are, pretending to be a college student, a cultured person. Your skin is really getting thicker."
She, Qin Cuifen, had truly come to know Sheng Ning now. Everything before had been an act, initially thinking her foolish, but it was all pretense. But what did it matter? Despite her fondness for Shen Jianguo, didn't she end up with nothing?
She thought she was impressive because she married Living Yama? That kind of man, who kills on the battlefield without blinking, isn't afraid of being slashed in his sleep and dying without knowing why.
Thinking of this, Qin Cuifen finally felt somewhat better. Shen Jianguo, good family background, good character, good personality. Now that is the perfect husband.