"The nature of our relationship doesn't give you the right to question me about it. Remember this: I come once a month, and next month is the deadline. After that, we owe each other nothing. Even if we cross paths on the street, we should pretend we don't know each other," the woman said coldly.
"Tsk," the man clicked his tongue dismissively. "You really are a heartless woman. One day as a couple, a hundred days of gratitude. Your coldness will break my heart."
The woman put on a long dress and turned to stare at him. "You better keep your promise and keep your mouth shut about what happened five years ago. Otherwise, I won't let you off even as a ghost."
The more she couldn't get what she wanted, the more unwilling she was to let it go, and the more she wanted it.
But Yan Luoxi had returned, and once again, only that woman's presence remained in his eyes. She couldn't accept it. No matter how she had protected him for ten or fifteen years, what he saw never included her.
