However, he did not dodge or move, just coldly watched Ai Lin, his gaze akin to watching a ridiculous clown.
The greatest irony could not be more than this.
At the last second, Ai Lin's lips still stopped.
She looked at the man close at hand, clearly so near to him, yet it felt like she could never touch him, never hold on to him.
Tears rolled down from her eyes, smashing onto Bo Siyan's cheek.
Her hand gripping his shoulder tightened into a fist, clenched tightly, her red lips trembling fiercely, "Why, why, why!"
She loudly questioned, "Why am I still not as good as her, where exactly do I fall short?"
She truly did not understand, really couldn't comprehend, where did Ai Lin fall short? How was she inferior to Ning Xia?
She had liked Bo Siyan for so many years, from when they were together in the army, her feelings never ceased a single day, they only grew with each passing day.
