His profound and icy eyes slowly lifted, looking at the woman in front of him. His thin, handsome and elegant lips gently opened, uttering a few tender, but utterly cold words: "Whether she's here or not, I won't be with you."
A melancholic and bitter smile appeared on Zhan Jie's face, she looked at him and said, "If that's the case, then why were you so ambiguous with me, Shi Yuhan? Don't tell me you didn't intentionally deceive me."
Tears glistened in her eyes as she whispered, "You knew I liked you, that I've always loved you. Yet, you intentionally misled me. Why did you do that?"
Shi Yuhuan looked down at her without expression, his thin lips pressed into a line. He coldly withdrew his gaze and turned to her, "No reason."
"Were you trying to provoke Song Qinghuan, to make her fall in love with you?" Hot tears fell down her face. This was the only explanation Zhan Jie could think of.
The other possible explanation was too cruel for her to acknowledge.
