Baili Xia's eyes held a hint of mist, the sting in her nose.
She was untouched when Uncle first wanted her.
Because it was her first time, and he was too forceful, she almost fainted several times that day.
Uncle knew all this, didn't he?
So why did he insist on suspecting something was going on between her and Jin?
"Did I ever say I don't believe you? Your Jin doesn't want you, do you think I'm blind?"
When she left, it was her who clung onto his last moments. The look in Dongfang Jin's eyes, despite his reluctance to let go, filled more with resentment.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for the two to engage in intimate relations.
But where did this resentment come from?
Without love, where is the hatred?
Did he think to tell him that Dongfang Jin was not really into her? Did he consider himself too foolish to even realize this?
Baili Xia felt helpless in the face of his words.
Since he knew that Jin didn't want her, why was he acting this way?
