At that time, she didn't love him, so she felt nothing. But now, recalling it, it was like a knife blade cutting into her heart.
It hurt, terribly.
He had promised her he wouldn't contact Han Bi again, wouldn't betray her. Yet, why did he do such a thing, giving Han Bi the opportunity, the reason, to stand here and say these words to hurt her?
Every word was a heart-wrenching agony.
She could do nothing but quietly listen as Han Bi spoke of their intimacy, of how deep their love once was, of how Ye Feimo had yearned for her for seven years.
These things were already thorns in her heart, pulled out by Han Bi, causing pain once. But then Han Bi cruelly plunged them back in, making the heartache unbearable. Ye Feimo, how could you let Han Bi hurt me like this?
How could you?
She stood alone in the cold wind, the dim streetlights casting a thin layer of loneliness and sorrow on her back. Wen Nuan covered her face and slowly crouched down, tears falling through her fingers.
