Dongfang Ling finally understood. As long as she stepped out, she feared it would be another round of hiding. If she didn't force him to tell the truth today, even if it meant death, she wanted to die a little more swiftly.
"Lingling!" He called out again.
"What, are you afraid of damaging my reputation? Let me tell you, I don't care. I've had enough over the years. I don't believe you haven't felt it. But if we keep dragging this out, I'm afraid I'll end up destroying myself."
As she spoke, she felt an urge to cry.
Qiao Yaoran silently watched her, unsure of what to say for a moment.
Suddenly, she spoke again: "Can't you man up? If it's a yes, then yes; if it's a no, then no. Why make it so complicated?"
Bai Qingzhu also wanted to interject, but knowing this was between them, in the end, she could only anxiously remain seated.
