As she uttered these words, Li Yuntang's tall and austere figure once again appeared in her mind.
Perhaps it was because Li Yuntang would always show up in critical moments, that, unknowingly, her dependency on the man had grown so deep.
Realizing this, Yan Xiaye felt an unbearable heartache.
At this very moment, Yin Mo should be at Li Yuntang's side, basking in the envious gazes of others while enjoying a splendid evening.
But this was for the best; since she could not become a tool for Li Yuntang, he naturally had no reason to care about her survival.
She would rather die than see, or be unable to see him get hurt for her again…
It was not just for Li Yuntang's sake but also for her own.
Loving someone was too painful; she had had enough love, and she was afraid now.
