Her sudden question made Lan Xu's body tremble violently.
The expression on her fair face froze instantly.
In her large eyes, a deep conflict was plainly visible.
Witnessing her reaction, Su Xingyue already understood. She continued asking Lan Xu,
"You still love him, don't you?"
Even if she didn't admit it, Su Xingyue could feel Lan Xu's love for Yan Cheng.
And it wasn't just a little...
It was precisely because of her deep love that she felt so guilty, so self-reproachful.
Yan Cheng had always thought that the bond they shared since childhood couldn't surpass the weight of hatred.
But what he didn't know was that Xiaoxu had been silently bearing all of it.
She wasn't better off than Yan Cheng—her pain and inner turmoil were even more profound.
She was tormented, caught in the agonizing choice between love and revenge.
And the most excruciating thing was that, no matter which choice she made, her heart was destined to find no peace.
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