"Is what you said... all true?" Tang Yan's voice was trembling, his lips pale, as if his heart had suffered a huge blow.
Images from the video still lingered in his mind; he couldn't believe they were real, yet Jin Mo's voice appeared in his dreams every night.
"I never liked him at all, it was just for his money..."
Those harsh words echoed incessantly in Tang Yan's ears, blurring the line between dreams and reality. He didn't know whether Jin Mo was telling the truth or not, but he couldn't reconcile with how their relationship had ended in such ambiguity.
"Tang Yan, I'm sorry." The moment Jin Mo said this, tears streamed down her face, sliding continuously along her cheeks, her expression filled with sorrow.
The next moment, Tang Yan swiftly drew her into his embrace.
His hands were shaking, every inch of his body raging with the conviction that Jin Mo still loved him, that everything in the video was false.
Thank goodness, thank goodness it was all just a dream.
