"Brother Yan Song..." Meng Junci cried as she chased after him, tripping and falling in a most humiliating manner.
She watched as Yan Song ran out, watched him and Pei Qinghan start fighting. Today was supposed to be her happiest day, yet why did it turn out like this?
Ji Yunya, even in death you are a lingering spirit, disrupting my engagement. I hate you...
"You're lying, she's not dead, she's not dead..." He fought Pei Qinghan like a madman. Pei Qinghan held the urn, his movements restricted, seized by Yan Song at the collar and beaten harshly, yet he didn't fight back, merely laughed hollowly, his heart long dead.
"She has a congenital defect; she could never get pregnant in this lifetime. She didn't want to burden you, so she staged a play with me. You believed it, you never truly trusted her. What right do you have to love her?"
Yan Song's actions paused, disbelief in his voice: "What did you say?"
Why was he unaware, like a fool, knowing nothing...
