"Yan Sijue..." Mu Yiliang's voice choked a little.
"And you've always been indifferent to me... because there's always been a man in your heart, that Ye guy, isn't it?" The mockery on Yan Sijue's face deepened.
Mu Yiliang felt a heavy thud in her heart, and instinctively asked, "You know Ye Moran?"
"Six years ago, I should have understood. No matter what, you refused to stay by my side. The fundamental reason was that there's another man in your heart." He closed his eyes, as if he couldn't continue, but still forced himself to go on, "Back then, you were willing to sleep with me just to get back at him. Now you've found out he didn't stop loving you, he was just constrained. You must be so happy, right?"
Mu Yiliang was shocked: "No, it's not like that, I haven't had..."
