Xia Chuanhe, in this matter, has an exceptional talent for stirring up resentment, hitting a nerve with every sentence he spoke, as if pinpointing exactly the things he least wanted to hear.
"What are you even thinking? If Yu doesn't want to be with you, what's the point of forcing her? Do you really believe having her by your side means she loves you?"
This kind of situation is nothing but a paradox, and frankly, anyone who sees it would find it annoying.
"I know she doesn't love me, but this matter is very important to me."
He looked at the accusations hurled at him, clearly resigned after being stabbed countless times over the days. Now, it didn't matter to him anymore.
No one stabbed deeper than Ji Yu.
In fact, he remembered every wound Ji Yu inflicted on him.
Meanwhile, Ji Yu was remarkably relaxed in her current state.
