Tong Xin's Weeping Cry

He loved the quiet, and no one was allowed to make a ruckus anywhere.

Tong Xin had never seen such a quiet person in this world.

He was like a painting, but also like an immortal that could not be desecrated, and a noble and cold and ruthless king.

Every one of his movements and every single glance was enough to captivate a person's soul.

How could Tong Xin not like such a man who was so beautiful beyond the heavens? How could she not love him?!

She was the type of person that wasn't easily moved by emotions. Once emotions were stirred up, even if the bones were crushed to ashes, she would still choose to love!

It was good to say that she was weak, or to say that she felt inferior!

She only guarded this love of hers, carefully protecting it.

She had never wished for anything, and he had never given her any hope.