A rebuttal extinguished Yan Ye's fervor.
Was he bringing this upon himself?
"When you should have listened, you didn't, and when you shouldn't, you're too compliant to be true! Don't you have the slightest ability to discern? What is your mind even filled with?" His enunciation was heavy, and his eyes, brimming with anger, made Lian Xinying dare not look directly.
"If only I had the ability to discern. Then I might see who the real killer of my father was." Lian Xinying hugged her knees, her voice soft and tremulous, "Yan Ye, what did you mean just now? Are you saying you didn't mean what you said earlier? The candy was a gift you bought for me specially, but you claimed you wanted to throw it in the trash because of your pride?"
"Shut up!"
"Oh, Yan Ye, could you buy something for me?" A warm current flowed through Lian Xinying's heart, and at the same time, she felt discomfort in her lower abdomen.
Her voice was much lower, like a kitten mewing.
