"I have never been touched by another man, all of it was Zhao Yijia's scheme! He has liked me for a long time, but the person I love is you. Unable to possess me, his love turned to hatred, so he fabricated that vicious lie. Everything he said was false, he never laid a finger on me, that child, is yours!"
Xiao Yan's eyebrows knotted tightly, he shrugged off her hand and stepped back, "Qingyuan, my being softhearted doesn't mean I'm foolish. I can clearly tell what's fact and what's a lie. I helped you merely out of our past affection. Don't hold onto any hope. Listen carefully, even if I, Xiao Yan, choose to remain single for life, I will never marry you Luan Qingyuan!"
"Ah Yan, how can you treat me this way?" Tears that had been brimmed in Luan Qingyuan's eyes finally spilled over, sliding down her pale cheeks.
Her body trembled lightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered, exuding a fragile and unique beauty that could arouse a man's protective instinct.
