"Yi, you are truly heartless," laughed the voice on the other line. "Don't worry, no one can kill me. The title of 'Wuying' is not undeserved."
"Help me find out who caused Guo Jiang to contract a terminal illness, resulting in his early release from prison."
"Yi, sometimes I really don't understand you. You clearly hate that woman surnamed Mo, yet these four years you've silently done so much for her. You love and hate her at the same time, what a contradiction you are!" Wuying laughed licentiously.
He continued, "Tell me the truth, the person you love the most is still that woman surnamed Mo, right? Yi, if you like her, just chase after her—why insist on making wedding clothes for someone else?"
"You don't understand me," Jing Yi spoke faintly.
His enchanting, fox-like eyes gazed out the window, a deep gloom in the depths. He couldn't even figure out his own heart, how could anyone else truly understand him?
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Jing Yi ended the call.
