Yiyi's breath hitched, clenching her fist. What kind of gaze was that? Watching coldly at her miserable state, his posture arrogant and gloating, just waiting for her to ask him for help voluntarily, so he could graciously extend his hand and save her.
Was this deliberately to take revenge for her having dumped him earlier?
Her heart ached sharply.
If she really had to humble herself to beg him for help, she would feel too ashamed, it would severely wound her pride, leaving her with no dignity.
Therefore, she couldn't bring herself to do it, and deep down, she couldn't stand the thought of lowering her head in front of him, conceding defeat, feeling humiliated.
