Yan Ye felt as if someone had stabbed a knife into his heart the moment he heard her answer, but a heartbroken yet defiant smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
After a few seconds of silence, he asked again, "When you left, did my mom force you with her tactics, or did you leave of your own free will?"
Lian Xinying took a deep breath. Each flutter of her eyelashes seemed to stir the icy chill in the air.
She was at a loss in the face of this tense and hostile atmosphere.
"It was my own choice."
…
A bloodthirsty and enthralling menace flickered in the depths of Yan Ye's eyes.
His questions came fast and urgent, "The child... Where's the child?! Lian Xinying! Lift your head and look at me when you speak!"
She suddenly let out a shrill laugh, and in the next second, his fingers pinched her chin fiercely.
It felt like he was about to crush her bones.
The tears that had been swirling in her eyes finally fell, tracing the contours of her cheeks.
