Five hundred forty-nine

ightened. When the thick white towel roughly wrapped her thigh wound and the bleeding subsided, Li Lanqiu seemed to come back to herself. "Wow," she cried out and repeatedly called out Rong Ling's nam...so curious if she could firmly keep her promise to him as he had made to his father – that "she hadn't changed" – and be so trustworthy.He wanted his father to know that this woman was worthy of his t...