"Speak!" Ling Xi sat serenely in front of Ou Cheng, appearing ready to listen quietly—if her expression hadn't been so filled with coldness and murderous intent, she might have even made for a decent audience.
Of course, in Ou Cheng's eyes, if Sheng Jingyi's towering figure had completely vanished, he wouldn't have minded Ling Xi's deathly glare at all.
Without love, having something else, like hatred or loathing, wasn't too bad either. After all, that also signified that he still held a place in Ling Xi's heart, didn't it!
Gently curving his lips, Ou Cheng's eyes began to show a complex emotion, as if filled with infinite nostalgia. Such a gaze caused Ling Xi to frown slightly.
"Ling Xi, perhaps you should really thank me. Without me, I don't think you would have ever found out that you've been occupying your sister's name all this time," the name that should have belonged to that person.
