After being provoked by Gong Tingxuan, Han Yi poured out all the grievances and sadness she had endured over the years.
Once she vented all her anger.
She realized that Gong Tingxuan was not angry, but instead was smiling at her.
The once cold and distant eyes became gentle and affectionate, with a hint of satisfaction.
He stood quietly with his hands in the pockets of his suit, his sexy lips slightly curved.
Seeing this, she seemed to realize she was duped, speaking too much and risking exposing her own heart in front of him.
She stopped speaking at this point.
"Go on! What did we already do?"
Han Yi's eyes were sorrowful as she shook her head slightly, "Nothing really, just my wishful thinking. Anyway, I'm worth nothing in your heart, in your eyes."
"Is that all?"
"What?"
"In your little heart, is that all the resentment you have for me?"
"Hmph, there's a lot more, endless!"
