The moment before, he was gentle and doting on her, but the next, he cruelly stabbed a knife into her heart. Beloved boyfriend, cherished little sister, how ironic, how ridiculous...
"Why, why do this? Why deceive me?" Tears spilled out, and the long-suppressed emotions erupted beyond control. Zhiyan snuggled in Ming Yihan's embrace, continuously pounding his chest, her body trembling violently, like a wounded little beast, lonely and desolate.
Hearing her accusations, Ming Yihan's heart clenched violently as if squeezed by a hand, painfully uncomfortable.
Who, who is deceiving her? Who made her so heartbroken?
His eyes darkened, a whirlpool of emotions stirred, and a murderous intent appeared on his face; whoever dared to hurt Little Yanyan only had death awaiting them.
Ming Yihan placed one hand on her waist, the other also on her waist, pulling her even closer into his embrace as if trying to offer her some comfort.
