"Ziyang, what if I'm no longer... the pure, unblemished Xinxin in your heart?"
Even though Dong Xin Yan's voice was low and trembling, her words still clearly reached Cheng Ziyang's ears, word by word.
Cheng Ziyang was stunned for a moment, then his dark pupils suddenly constricted, and he stood there in a daze, as if a bomb had been thrown into his mind and exploded with a loud bang.
He wasn't a fool; he understood the hidden meaning in Dong Xin Yan's words. Unconsciously, images of the ambiguous marks he saw on her neck that day surfaced in his mind.
He knew that Gu Ningyi must have bullied Xinxin, but he never expected that he would actually do something so beastly.
"Was it that day...?"
Cheng Ziyang's face was overcast, livid, the veins on his forehead bulging. His voice when he spoke was so fierce and yet... so fragile.
