"What? That expression, is it disbelief?" Ning Zeyan smiled, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew we were the same kind of people. You strive to be the number one socialite, always smiling gracefully, but deep in your heart, there's a lot of discontent, isn't there?"
His index finger slid down, finally landing on her chest, as if piercing her heart along with his words.
"You're just craving attention, craving to be liked, craving recognition. But, silly girl, you've been with him for so many years, and he still can't see your thoughts. What does that tell you?" He shook his head, "It shows that he doesn't care about you at all, never trying to understand what you're thinking!"
As Ning Zeyan spoke, Gu Xiyao's tears flowed down her cheeks, instantly wetting the white pillow.
