Li Tingyu’s ears buzzed. Nangong Yu’s sharp questions fell one after another, causing her to feel a headache and at a loss.
Nangong Yu was her first love. The time they spent together was enough for him to familiarize himself with what kind of person she was, so his questions were fatal.
Li Tingyu was no longer young, and many women at that age would choose not to torment themselves anymore. However, she was different. She thought that if she could not make the decision at that age, her life would be wasted.
It was also because she was no longer young that she had become timid. She did not have a lot of time to fully trust someone. Even if her head was smashed and bleeding, she could still start over. She could not do it anymore.
Moreover, that person was Huo Beichen.
From the moment they got married, she knew that Huo Beichen was a very dangerous man.
He did not love you. He was fickle in love with you.
He loved you. There was always a way for you to fall in love with him.
