"Yes, I am Suo Lun, I am that bastard!"
Upon getting this answer, Yan Nai'er's tears couldn't be stopped; they just kept streaming endlessly.
She didn't cry out loud, but her delicate body began to convulse, and her tear-blurred eyes remained fixed on Suo Lun.
This silent weeping pained Suo Lun's heart almost to the point of twisting.
He was not the real Suo Lun, nor had he shared that love with Yan Nai'er. But at this moment, he completely immersed himself in Suo Lun's identity, as if he were the scoundrel who had led her on and then abandoned her, the man who had hurt her so badly that she was left in shambles.
He reached out tentatively to wipe away the tears on her face, but halfway through, he found himself unable to reach any further.
Yan Nai'er was so overcome with grief that she could hardly speak. Several minutes later, she looked at Suo Lun hoarsely asked, "Why?"
