1865. Yu Lingqian and That Woman (3)
"Arthur!"
Upon hearing those words, Shen Jiaoyang, who was still wrapped in sorrow, suddenly exclaimed.
At this moment, Yu Lingqian's steps also came to a halt.
He turned around, his deep eyes were cold as frost, and a chilling aura emanated from him, making one's heart tremble.
He stared coldly at Arthur, speaking one word at a time, "What did you just say?"
Shen Jiaoyang was already on the verge of jumping up in anxiety.
She quickly turned and rushed to Arthur's side, pulling him hard, "Arthur, don't talk nonsense!"
Arthur looked at Shen Jiaoyang quietly, his expression becoming determined, "At this point, you still plan to hide it from him? He's lived a happy life for all these years, isn't that enough? But what about us? We've been living in guilt and pain, why? Yu Lingqian doesn't deserve it!"
"Arthur, I beg of you, please stop talking, okay?"
As Shen Jiaoyang spoke, mist was already gathering in her bright eyes.
