"She tricked me..." Yu Siqiao seemed to be pondering, and said in a faint voice, "You do seem to know it very well."
"Of course I know!" Gu Wenjuan's tears fell in large droplets, afraid that Yu Siqiao would not believe her, she choked out, "If it wasn't for the child in her belly, you would never have married her, but now..."
"Enough," Yu Siqiao, unable to endure any longer, said coldly, "I married her because I like her, I love her."
I married her because I like her, I love her.
Because I like her, I love her.
Like her, love her.
His words seemed to echo infinitely beside Gu Wenjuan's ears.
In concentric circles, impossible to ignore.
Gu Wenjuan froze in place.
Could Yu Siqiao, such a cold person, actually speak of liking, of loving?
Yu Siqiao slowly walked away, word by word, "That child, indeed, is the pivot that drew us together, but, the child, was just an excuse for me to get close to her."
Each sentence was like a thunderbolt crashing into Gu Wenjuan's heart.
