The man's words turned into countless sharp blades, stabbing straight toward Ai Lin's heart, almost every cut bleeding her dry, her heart instantly riddled with holes.
Her body shook several times, nearly unable to stand firmly.
Her face was deathly pale, still shaking her head, unable to believe the reality she heard.
The happiness she thought she had, was it all just a beautiful dream?
It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this...
"We came back to Chicheng to celebrate the old man's birthday, and it was only for a short while. You only met Ning Xia a few times; are you sure you love her? Could it be because everyone says you once loved her, that now subconsciously you also think you love her, but that's not truly what you think!"
