An Yan's hand pressed against the man's chest, and her sobs ceased abruptly.
She stood up suddenly, raised her foot, and kicked him in the side of his waist, "Just die then! The sooner you die, the sooner you're reborn. Try harder to be a decent person in your next life."
After speaking, she wiped her tears and headed for the door.
Fu Shiyan reached out and grabbed her slender ankle, "Yanyan, don't go. I didn't mean to deceive you."
He scrambled up and wrapped his arms around her waist, "You see, you still have me in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't have been so anxious seeing me lying on the ground."
An Yan was so angry she couldn't even express it, "I just don't want to be labeled a widow, that's all."
Fu Shiyan turned her to face him, "It's not like that, you love me."
"I don't deny that I love you, but that doesn't conflict with my not wanting you, get it?"
