Bian Yue had never seen Li Sihe shed tears, such a genuine, almost collapsed appearance.
Even though he tried to hide his breakdown with a gentle and calm facade, Bian Yue still immediately recognized his loss of control.
Bian Yue looked straight into Li Sihe's eyes, gripping the blanket around her tightly, resolute, without any hint of compromise in her tone, "Li Sihe, don't make me hate you."
The last bit of light in Li Sihe's eyes also completely vanished.
He looked at Bian Yue and suddenly smiled, saying, "That's fine, hate lasts longer than love."
That night, Shen Family Mansion.
Wen Jiao sat in the hall, her expression anxious. Seeing Shen Zhaoli enter, she quickly approached and asked, "How is it going?"
Shen Zhaoli shook his head, sighing, "Bai Xu is still unconscious, that Zhuang Jie Ning's injuries aren't as severe, the doctor said she will wake up soon. Right now, there are no clues to find Bian Yue's whereabouts, we can only wait for Zhuang Jie Ning to wake up."
