His tone was light, but it was imbued with full-blown mockery.
"I know you've been good to me," she looked straight into his eyes with a calm demeanor, smiling as she spoke, "otherwise, I wouldn't have been with you in the first place."
Mo Shichen let out a cold and low sneer, looking at her with even colder eyes, "But not good enough, so now you can't wait to leave?"
She was far from being eager to leave.
Wen Yi sighed softly, "It's not about you; it's about me."
He clearly didn't believe that her words came from the heart. "Oh?"
Wen Yi sat in the sofa, leaning back, "Because I might love you a little, so even when I should be understanding, I can't remain indifferent when I see the man who belongs to me comforting other women; but I indeed don't love you enough, at least not enough to face a woman who makes me uncomfortable with you, or to deal with an endless issue together, nor can I compromise my own dignity to maintain this relationship."
