Han Xi no longer wants to pursue who's right or wrong. Instead of sinking into a swamp of pain, she'd rather believe that all this is some divine arrangement.
She and Li Chenghao are destined to have fate but not fortune.
Han Siyu's voice suddenly turns sharp, her dark pupils harboring bone-chilling coldness: "Yes, you've married another man already. Why does he still remember you? Even with half a life left, he calls out your name, Han Xi. Why has he only loved you from beginning to end?"
Han Xi suddenly feels a deep sense of helplessness. Clearly, she's the victim in this affair, betrayed by family and love, yet now she must endure such unfair accusations.
Before Han Xi can speak, Han Siyu's pale lips curl into a mocking smile: "Weren't you worried when this man got hurt? Or is it that you still love him?"
Han Xi really can't stand her unreasonable tantrum anymore, especially with Lu Jinghan beside her; she doesn't want him to misunderstand her.
