"Talking nicely doesn't mean you'll listen, so what's the point?" Pei Yibai retorted.
Song Weiyi was left speechless by his question.
"In the whole world, there's only one Song Weiyi. Do you think it's that easy for a person's existence to be replaced? And is accepting someone that simple? If it were, we definitely wouldn't have had the chance to meet each other, let alone get married."
Pei Yibai's breathing became erratic, probably proportional to his emotions.
The oppressive atmosphere around Song Weiyi made it even harder for her to breathe, so now she was the villain? Was everything she had done in vain?
"In this lifetime, I, Pei Yibai, will only have one wife, Song Weiyi. How can I make you believe that?" He grabbed her chin firmly, forcing Song Weiyi to look into his eyes.
His cool face was expressionless, his eyes immobile and dark, as if demanding an answer from her.
A lump seemed to form in Song Weiyi's throat, causing her great discomfort.
