An Qianni listened to Guan Haoyang utter such cold, heartless words, every one like a knife carving into her heart, blood dripping. Her complexion was pale as snow, her lips colorless. Still, she clung to the last thread of hope, hoping Guan Haoyang would remember their years of affection and give her a clear answer.
Her smile was tear-stained, tears brimming in her eyes, and yet her lips curled into a smile, blooming like a resplendent flower, "Haoyang, do you love me? Even if it was just for a moment, it won't have been in vain that I loved you all these years. Even if you want to cast me out, you have to let me die knowing the truth!"
Guan Haoyang stood in front of her, looking down at her somewhat from a superior position, watching the light of hope in her eyes, but it couldn't warm his soul. All he could offer her was the coldness, "The person I loved was never you. Only after losing so much did I realize that I had never loved you. I merely used you as a pawn to hurt her."
