She glanced sideways at Ling Chuxia, then let her gaze drift far into the distance. The night view of Liang City was beautiful, especially from such a high vantage point, a sparkling array of lights. However, within Ji Xinxin's eyes lay a void.
Her lips curved, but there was not a hint of a smile. "You know as well as I do, in families like ours, marriage is virtually an alliance. Everyone just takes what they need. As long as it ensures mutual benefit, who cares whether you are fickle in love or how many women you have?"
Ling Chuxia naturally understood what Ji Xinxin was saying—she too came from such a wealthy and influential family. How many things were there really to choose from?
If there were...she wouldn't be so troubled now.
