A fashion queen

Is the man she mentioned, Mo Yunting, really her boyfriend? Is there any hidden secret or overlooked detail?

And just now, when he held her hand, even though he quickly and coldly withdrew it, in that instant, she clearly felt a scorching heat coming from his palm, as if it was burning her heart. She didn't know why, but she was so easily swayed by his emotions. The more she thought about it, the more panicked and uneasy she became.

"I pushed you too hard. We can take things slowly with our relationship. I don't care that you ran away from marriage before. Let's start over. When you truly fall in love with me, we can have a grand wedding." Song Yuhang said softly.

"Yuhang, you are so stupid. I don't deserve your deep friendship at all." She decided to put aside those puzzling questions for the time being. After all, there was a more difficult problem waiting for her to deal with.

Because she knew full well that she had no love for Song Yuhang. This marriage had been a transaction based on money and personal gain—marriage as a bargaining chip. At first, she naively believed she could compromise and marry Song Yuhang out of filial piety. However, when she suddenly realized that her parents were treating her like a mere cash cow, endlessly demanding money from him, she could no longer tolerate this situation. To prevent their further exploitation of Song Yuhang, she resolutely chose to run away from the marriage and stay away from that sordid wedding.

She never regretted the decision she made, but what she didn't expect was that due to a moment of negligence, she was involved in a car accident at a corner and even lost her memory for a long time.

What a trick of fate! It was as if God was deliberately playing a trick on her.

Song Yuhang held her hand tightly, hoping to save the relationship.

Cui Xueying, however, pulled back Song Yuhang's tightly grasped hand without hesitation, her face revealing a cold and resolute expression. "I know my parents are asking you for money, but if you really marry me, you'll have to silently endure their unreasonable demands. I will never allow my parents to continue such despicable behavior, nor will I allow you to be caught in a dilemma because of me."

"Xueying..." Song Yuhang's heart was broken. He called her name softly with a bitter face, his voice filled with endless sorrow and pain. He held Cui Xueying's hand tightly, trying to give her a little warmth and strength, but the person in front of him was unresponsive, like a puppet.

Song Yuhang refused to give up. He tried his best to persuade her, telling her not to worry too much. He did all this willingly and sincerely, without any compulsion. His only wish was that she could understand the love he had hidden deep in his heart.

"I'm really tired and need a rest..." Cui Xueying muttered to herself, as if she had exhausted all her strength to say this. Then, she slowly closed her eyes, as if trying to isolate herself from the outside world and no longer look at the fiery and deep emotions in Song Yuhang's eyes.

This relationship exhausted her. From the moment they first met, Song Yuhang's eyes had always been fixed on her, as if she was the only one left in the world. Although she was grateful for his family's help to her parents when her family was in trouble, she knew that kindness could not replace love, and it could not be given in return.

Song Yuhang was undoubtedly an excellent and kind man, but in her heart, the bond between them was little more than that of a brother and sister. The thought of spending the rest of her life with a man she didn't love, even as a married couple, was simply too much for her to accept. With every moment they spent together, the guilt she felt grew stronger.