Lin Yixun composed herself, a self-mocking smile curling her lips. Word by word, she said, "Ouyang Hao, actually, when I agreed to be with you, it wasn't so much because I liked you, but rather because I was moved by you. After all, in this world, no woman would refuse a man who treats her unconditionally well. Naturally, I'm no exception. What's more, you know my situation at that time. In such circumstances, a woman can easily be moved by someone. But I was very clear, that wasn't love. I don't love you."
"No, you're lying to me! Yixun, you're lying to me, aren't you?" Ouyang Hao clutched Lin Yixun's shoulders tightly, questioning her.
