She slightly tilted her head, looking at Yun Shangyuan pitifully, attempting to move him with her own suffering.
Feng Yueya, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, felt her heart tremble and immediately fled with slightly disordered steps.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Yun Shangyuan—it was simply unbearable for her to hear any more.
How could Hai Ruoyan's love be so humble—wasn't she always proud?
Also, was Yun Shangyuan truly different towards her?
Between them, even if there was no love, there was still some affection, wasn't there?
"Get lost!" Yun Shangyuan roared, suddenly kicking her on the shoulder and knocking her to the ground.
"If it weren't for these sentiments, you would have died a million times!
And listen, this is the last chance I'm giving you—if you dare harbor any inappropriate thoughts again, I mean what I say, I will definitely kill you!"
