Leng Wan was devastated, incredulously asking, "Why? Yan, I waited for you for a century. My heart has never changed. You can check, I've really waited here for you for a hundred years, I..."
"I know."
Murong Yan raised his hand to interrupt her, "But I already have someone chosen to be my wife."
"Who is she?" Leng Wan leaned against the wall to keep herself from falling.
For this century, she had always remained by the seaside. And he was sleeping beneath the sea, having no chance to meet other women!
"You don't need to know. In any case, you can leave."
"Yan!"
Leng Wan was on the verge of collapsing, her eyes full of tears. She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to cry. Her eyes were pitifully helpless, stirring one's compassion.
"That's it."
Murong Yan turned away, continuing to enjoy the view of the sea, no longer looking at Leng Wan.
Unable to hold back, Leng Wan finally cried out; she cried very softly, like a small cat gently whimpering.
