"Do you still want to make excuses? If you hadn't run away from the wedding, would Ye Lantian have taken your place? Ye Ningyue, my grandmother doted on you for nothing, is this how you repay her?"
If grandmother knew, the girl she cherished was such a person, she wouldn't rest in peace even in the afterlife.
She wasn't wrong either. Seeing Ye Lantian as the bride did make him happy at the time, but that was a different matter. Ultimately, if Ye Ningyue hadn't run away from the wedding, grandmother wouldn't have passed away—that's an undeniable fact.
"Your grandmother did care for me." Unable to defend her innocence, Ye Ningyue didn't want to argue anymore and sneered coldly, "If I weren't able to break your Blood Curse, do you think your grandmother would have liked me? She treated me well just because of you."
Glaring at Zhuo Yue, her aggrieved tears welled up in her eyes, "Hate me if you want, but for the last time, I didn't run away from the wedding."
