"You're the one who's sick! I saw it with my own eyes, in the hospital when my granny's life was hanging by a thread, you were hugging and cuddling with Lan Yuyi!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Qiao Yin raked up past grudges, her eyes welled up with tears, "I know you like her, I know you've always wanted to divorce me, but you didn't have to humiliate me publicly in that situation! Couldn't you hug her in private?!"
Lu Lingche was taken aback. He didn't expect, that even after ten days had passed, she would still remember that moment when Lan Yuyi had hugged him.
He had long since forgotten it.
He originally didn't want to explain it to her because he never felt the need to explain his actions to anyone.
However, he still dreams every day of Qiao Yin being kidnapped and killed.
As time passes, instead of becoming immune to the dream due to familiarity, every time she is killed in it, his heart aches more and more.
