"Tian Lingyun?"
Tian Lingyun looked at him in panic. The man's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out a captivating glow. She pulled at her hand but couldn't pull it away, glaring at him, "Let go!"
Bo Jinnian released her hand as she wished, standing up and mercilessly mocked her, "As dumb as a pig."
Tian Lingyun wished she could stab him with needles like Consort Yu, "What if I'm as dumb as a pig? It's none of your business."
Bo Jinnian stood with his hands behind his back, watching her continue to sew. He returned to sitting at the bedside, smoking a cigarette and asked, "These past years, have you ever thought about me?"
Tian Lingyun paused in her movements, then continued sewing as if nothing happened, scoffing, "Why would I think about a heartless man like you? I'm not a masochist."
He didn't want her, so why should she think about him?
Even though every time she dreamed about him at midnight, she felt a tooth-gnashing hatred.
