Yet when she said she loved him, he didn't believe her. Even amidst the heat of passion on the bed, even in the intimate whispers and vows between lovers, he still refused to believe that she loved him.
But when she declared that she didn't love him, he desperately sought proof otherwise, trying to pry a different answer from her lips.
Shen Yinning had no idea what Lu Ying truly wanted to hear.
In any case, this man was impossibly hard to deal with—far more challenging than Cui Ji or Lu Shiyan.
She countered, "Why does Your Highness even ask this?"
"I only wish to know the truth," he replied.
Shen Yinning teased, "But if I tell Your Highness, you'll just be displeased again."
Lu Ying's grip on his umbrella subtly tightened, his knuckles turning pale. "As expected..."
As expected, Shen Zhaozhao's heart had never had a place for him.
Everything in the past three years had been a lie.
