"Ye Qianyu... Ye Qianyu... Ye Qianyu..." Ye Qianyou's eyes crazily watched Ye Qianyu among the crowd below, no longer showing the so-called proud and happy smile she had worn before.
It must be you, it must be you!
Cu Bing's eyes calmly observed Ye Qianyou's face filled with madness, devoid of any ripple.
She finally understood why Tang Si and the others had insisted she attend this wedding, which was utterly meaningless to her. It turned out they had long begun the arrangements to take revenge for her.
They... they cherished her!
Looking at what was unfolding before her, to Ye Qianyu, there was nothing but warmth in her heart.
She harbored no extra sympathy for certain people; because, if she were still the Ye Qianyu of the past, perhaps she, instead of Ye Qianyou, would have been the heroine today; now, it was merely Ye Qianyou bringing harm to herself and others.
