"This is what you wanted, and what you hoped to see. Isn't it true that until this moment, you've always been thinking this way? But you don't know, your little schemes have long been seen through. Do you know who warned me? You don't need to say it; you should already know—it's Ye Ling. Even when someone is far away in the Da XingAn Ridge, they can understand your thoughts. Can you still claim that you kept your little secrets buried in your heart?" Liu Zhiyuan's words were aggressive, cornering Ye Qian step by step, leaving her no room to argue.
Ye Qian's face was deathly pale, but her eyes glared fiercely at Liu Zhiyuan, not uttering a word.
"Put away that aggrieved look. That expression will no longer fool me, nor will it fool anyone." With those final words, Liu Zhiyuan turned over and went to sleep.
Ye Qian, on the other hand, cried by herself for half the night before finally falling asleep. The next morning, her eyes were red and swollen as she headed to work.
