As he spoke, Li Beicheng's pupils contracted sharply, and the corners of his mouth silently curled into a bitter, soundless smile.
Her heart and soul were dedicated to another man. How pathetic must he be to still feel reluctant to let go of such a woman?
Yan Xiaye's gaze inadvertently swept over Li Beicheng and settled into those cold, dim eyes.
At that moment, she saw that Li Beicheng was truly in pain. While she found it amusing, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of sourness in her heart.
Li Beicheng was too self-centered, always believing that all the women in the world should revolve around him. He thought that with just a bit of softening on his part, she should be magnanimous, putting the past behind, and without hesitation offer up her already shattered heart. After countless times of being hurt and betrayed, she should start over with him, devoid of any dignity.
