After a brief moment of stunned silence, she felt a sense of relief inside, tears still marking the corners of her eyes, yet a faint smile bloomed on her lips.
That smile, like pear blossoms in the rain, was ineffably touching.
Even Li Yuntang, who was accustomed to seeing beautiful faces, could not help but feel a momentary flutter in his heart.
"I'm sorry, Younger Uncle." Yan Xiaye sighed softly, and slowly yet firmly pushed Li Yuntang away, maintaining a safe distance as her heartbeat quickly returned to normal. She spoke openly, "I had no intention of prying into your privacy, but no matter whether you and Yin Mo marry or not, Li Beicheng and I have no possibility anymore."
Li Beicheng—both the name and the man had left too painful and deep scars in her life, such that any slight touch made her like a bristled cat, wanting only to unleash her claws, harming others and herself, completely losing her usual calm and judgment.
