Feng Tianlan was looking at Si Mobai's back, which was as straight as a pine tree. She seemed immersed in the memories of her past life and did not notice the change in Si Mobai's breathing.
"At that time, I liked him a lot too. I thought that he was the love of my life. I felt a sense of belonging. I wanted to marry him, bear his child, and grow old together. I thought I would become the most blissful woman in the world."
Si Mobai clenched his fists. His peach-blossom eyes turned scarlet, almost bloodshot. He felt like his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand. It hurt him so much that he could not breathe.
As it turned out, she, who was apathetic, was actually like any other ordinary girl. Once, she'd longed for a future. However, the man with whom she'd had envisioned that future was not Si Mobai. After listening to her, he felt the urge to seek out Si Rong and chop him into pieces.
