Those words, she found herself unable to say out loud, "But..."
"But, do you love Yuntian?" Po Xiaoyan spoke sarcastically.
"Yes." Tianxing bit her lip, during those years apart, every minute, every second she was thinking about him, missing him.
Even though he once treated her like that, she never hated him; her love for him never changed.
"Miss Tian, your love truly is noble." Po Xiaoyan sneered.
Because Yuntian did not help her in her career back then, she went to other men, slept with other men, and then returned to Yuntian under the guise of love, letting him spoil her, love her.
In the whole world, perhaps only her foolish son could forgive her and tolerate her after knowing everything.
"Mrs. Yun, I really love Yuntian." Tianxing said, biting her lip.
"Sorry, I cannot agree with your love, nor can my son bear it." Po Xiaoyan's icy gaze was completely overshadowed by deep disappointment.
