Ye Xunhuan had wanted to say, "Qin Muge, you're talking nonsense, when the hell did I ever say these things?"
But upon seeing the endless tenderness and anticipation in Su Guyan's autumnal eyes, he involuntarily swallowed back the words that had reached his lips!
Ye Xunhuan had never been a cruel person, especially towards women—he simply couldn't harden his heart because he feared seeing the disappointed and helpless look in their eyes.
Of course, if it were an enemy, Ye Xunhuan would be an absolutely ruthless butcher, destroying beauty without a second thought or a trace of reluctance or compassion.
But was Su Guyan an enemy?
She was not.
On the contrary, Su Guyan had always been one of the people Ye Xunhuan cared about most in his heart—or to say she was a thorn in his side wouldn't be an exaggeration.
It was just that this thorn was deeply embedded, rarely causing trouble or pain. It hurt only when he heard others mention her.
