If she had caused him to be wrongfully imprisoned and destroyed half his life, his treatment towards her could still be considered forgivable.
But she had done nothing wrong, and merely because she had once loved him, she ended up today tragically betrayed by everyone, covered in scars!
Li Beicheng's fingers, clenched on her collar, stiffened for a moment, then he carelessly curled his lips into a smile, his voice intimate as if whispering between lovers, "You no longer love me, isn't that yet a betrayal of me?"
In this world, what kind of love is so reckless, to last a lifetime?
"Li Beicheng, if Yan Shuirou is willing to use suicide to keep you, that is her own degrading choice," Xiaye, shocked by his reasoning, laughed and looked down at his fingers, prying them open one by one, and softly said with a curled lip, "As for me, I wish you were dead right now."
