Ouyang Yue had been paying close attention to Guo Yuyun, who clearly wasn't very happy. Ouyang Yue said, "If you keep provoking her, I'm afraid that girl might jump into the river, and by then it'll be too late for you to cry."
Ye Chen looked over, full of confidence, and said, "No, Yun'er is like a boy. If she breaks a tooth, she'll swallow it down. She would never do such a thing; she's even stronger than me."
"From the sound of it, you want to keep provoking her. Doesn't your conscience feel even a little remorse?" Ouyang Yue was obviously indignant.
"You think I'm having an easy time, that I enjoy this? I'm also suffering."
"How come I feel like you're actually thrilled, especially when you're provoking her, as if you can't wait to rub salt in her wounds?"
"That's because you don't understand, you don't know how much..."
"How much what? How much you love her, right?"
Ye Chen remained silent.
