Nai'er's words were like swords, one after another.
Liu Chen's gaze shifted from shock to despair, and then to immeasurable grief and anger.
"Why?" he roared hoarsely, pointing sharply at Suo Lun, "In what way am I inferior to him? Status and identity, intelligence and talent, martial skills and appearance, personality and charm, in what aspect am I not ten times, a hundred times stronger than him?"
Yan Nai'er did not respond to Liu Chen, only quietly looked at him.
Suo Lun, standing to the side, showed no sign of pride, but bowed his head, moved, saddened, and most of all, pained by Yan Nai'er's ultimate choice. She did this for Suo Lun's dignity, and yet... the price of that dignity was far too high.
Such a lovely and passionately devoted girl. Suo Lun truly did not deserve her, and he believed even he himself was unworthy of her.
