Acting? She didn't believe what he was saying?
Shi Che's hands, which had been hanging by his sides, clenched tightly, his thin lips pressed firmly together. He looked at her and once again began to speak, word by word, "Chuxia, what I'm saying is true. I have nothing to do with Ling Yunshu, I have never liked her. The person I like is you, it has always been you."
These words sounded so nice. If it had been the old her, upon hearing him say this, who knows how touched she would have felt, and then helplessly drowned in his gentleness?
But now, Ling Chuxia heard each word as if it were a thorn, piercing her ears, piercing her heart over and over again. She had thought her heart was already numb from the pain, but it turned out it could still hurt, hurt so much that her face couldn't help but turn pale.
Looking at Shi Che, so close to her, she suddenly felt that it would have been better if he didn't love her than for him to stand before her, telling her such passionate lies.
